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To raise a spirit in his mistress' eircle
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Romeo, good night ;-- I'll to my truckle-bed ; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : Come, shall we go? Ben,
Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. 1
Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, 4 that never felt a wound.-
[JULIET appears above, at a Windowy But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
the humorous night :] Means humid, the moist dewy night.
He jests at scars,] Mercụtio, whose jests he overheard; gr perhaps it is an allusion to his having conceived himself so'armed with the love of Rosaline, that no other beauty could make any impression on him.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
eyes 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 daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven 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.
s Be not her maid,] Be not a votary to the moon, to Diana.
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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
By a name
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
For stony limits cannot hold love out:
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
sight; 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 thou out this
place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in
quire; 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 furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my
nay, no let -] i.e. no stop or hinderance. ? And, but thou love me,] And so thou do but love me. Or it may mean, unless thou love me.
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,
Jul. 0; swear not by the moon, the inconstant
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Rom. What shall I swear by?
Do'not swear at all;
If my heart's dear love
Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
8 cunning to be strange.] To be strange, is to put on affected coldness, to appear shy.