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To twinkle in their spheres 'till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars.
As day-light douh a lamp; her eyes in heav'n
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing and think it were not night:
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek !

Jul. Ah me!

Rom. She speaks.
Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this Sight being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger from heav'n,
Unto the white-upturned, wond'ring, eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him ;
When he beftrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And fails upon the bosom of the air.

Jul. O Romeo, Romeowherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :
Or, if thou wilt not, be but Sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Rom Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?

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 Ronieo callid,
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.


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Jul. What man art thou, that thus, bescreen'd in

So stumblest on my counsel ?

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 Romeo, and a Montague ?

Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee dislike.
Jul. How cam'lt thou hither, tell me, and where-

fore? The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, lf any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch

these walls,
For ftony 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 cloke to hide me from their

eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here ; My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st ihou out this

place? Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I leni him

eyes : I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far


As that valt fhore, wash'd with the farthest fea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Elle 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 fpoke-but farewel compliment !
Doft thou love me? I know, thou wilt fay, ay;
And I will take thy word-yet if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries,
Then fay, Jove laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully :
Or if you think, I am too quickly won,
1'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo : but, else, not for the world.
In truil, fair Montague, I am too fond ;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light;
But trust me, Gentleman, I'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 'ft, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's Pallion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered,

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with Glver all these fruit-tree topsJul. O swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant

moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Rom. What shall I swear by?

Jul. Do not swear at all ;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious fell,
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 Ijoy 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 sweet Repose and Rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my

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

Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou didît request it:
And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldlt thou withdraw it? for what pur-

pose, love?
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 sea,
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 Montague, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.

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

Re-enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night

indeed : 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.


come, anon -but if thou mean'ft not well, I do beseech thee [Within : Madam.] By and by,

I come-
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I fend.

Rom. So thrive my soul,
Jul. A thousand times good-night.

[Exit. Rom A thousand times the worse, to want thy light, Love goes tow'rd love, as school-boys from their

books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks.

Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this Tassel 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 lovers' tongues by night,
Like foftest music 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 then,I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Rom. Let me stand bere till ihou remember it.

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

Rom. And I'll still 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,


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