Imatges de pàgina

As glorious to this fight, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger from heav'n,
Unto the white-upturned, wondring, eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
When he beltrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And fails upon the bofom of the air.

Jul. O Romeo, Romeo,-- wherefore art thou Romeo
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
Or, if thou wilt not, be bat sworn my love,
And I'H no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Shall I hear more, or hall I speak at this ?

[ Afide,
Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face-nor any other part.
What's in a name ? that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title ; Romeo, quit thy name ;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
Henceforth I never will be Romeo,

Jul. What man art thou, that thus, bescreen’d in night, So stumblest on my counfel?

Rom. By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found.
Art thou not Romes, and a Montague ?

Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee dislike.
Jul. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore ?
The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb;
And the place death, considering who thou art,


If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

. With love's light wings did Io'er-perch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out ; And what love can do, that dares love attempt : Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here,

Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here ; My life were better ended by their hate, I han death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place ?

Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire ; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes : I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast shore, wash'd with the farthest fea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden-blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night, Fain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain, deny What I have spoke-- but farewel compliment ! Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay ; And I will take thy word—yet if thou swear'ft, Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, (15) (15)

-At lovers' ferjuries, Tbey fay, Jove laughs.] This remark our Poet, probably, borrow'd from Ovid; Jupiter ex alto Perjuria ridet Amantum.

De Art. Amandi, lib, i, 635. Or else from Tibullus, who has the same sentiment;

Perjuria ridet Amantum
Japiter, & ventos irrita ferre jubet.

Lib. iii. El. 7. To this likewise the Greeks alluded in their proverb, 'Apgodianosõpros ök ép-gpoint. Hesychius, I remember, in quoting this proverb, takes potice of a circumstance that I can neither recollect, nor trace, in Herod : viz. that he first feign'd that Jupiter and lo swore to each other. πρώτο- δε Ησίοδος έπλασε, τες περί τον Δία και την Ιω ομόσαι. Jupiter, we know, from fables, often broke his love oathsa fo could met realonably condemn the practice in others.


They say, fue laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo,
If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if you think, I am too quickly won,
l'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt wooe: but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light:
But trust me, Gentleman, l'll prove more true,
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's paflion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath To discovered.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-

Jul. O swear not by the moon, th’inconitant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewise variable.

Kom. What shall I swear by ?

Jul. Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the God of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

Rom. If my true heart's love-
Jul. Well, do not swear-although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can say, it lightens-Sweet, good night.
This bud of love by summer's ripening breath
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet :
Good night, good night-as fweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast !

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unsatisfied ?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th’exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou didît request it ;
And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rem. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose,




Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have :
My bounty is as boundless as the fea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within ; dear love, adieu !

(Nurse calls within Anon, good nurse: Sweet Mortagur, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.

[Exit. Rom. O blessed, bleffed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream; Too lattering-sweet to be fubftantial.

Re-Enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indood: If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.

[Within: Madam. I come, anon bat if thou mean't not well, I do befeech thee-[Within : Madam.] By and by, I


To ceafe thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I fend.
Rum. So thrive my soul,-
Jul A thousand times, good night.

[Exit, Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow'd love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, towords school with heavy looks.

Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hit! O for a falkner's voice,
Tá lure this taffel gentle back again -
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.


Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
How filver-sweet found loverss tongues by night,
Like foftest mufick to attending ears !

Jul. Romeo !
Rom. My sweet!

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?

Rom. By the hour of nine.

Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till thenI have forgot why I did call thee back.

Rom. I et me stand here 'till thou remember it.

Jul. I fall forget, to have thee still stand there ; Remembring how I love thy company.

Ror. And I'll ftill stay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a filk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would, I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would l; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet forrow, That I fall say good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exir.

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! "Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. (Exit.

SCENE changes to a Monastery.

Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.
Fri, HE grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning

Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light:
And darkness flecker'd, like a drunkard, reels
From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels.



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