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SERIES II.

ROMEO AND JULIET:

P1.. 4

ACT II. SCENR 2.

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Romeo, deeply stricken with love for Juliet, and change vows, and Juliet agrees to send to him, burning to see her again, has climbed the wall round following day, to learn the time and place of the the garden of the Capulets; and perceiving her at purposed marriage. She is called away, by the Nurse, a window, he exclaims :

a third time; but, returns again to impart some« But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! thing which she had forgotten. Here the Poet finely It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

intimates, how Love, when once it gains possession Arise, fair sụn, and kill the envious moon,

of the soul, wholly engrosses the mind also; thus Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her inaid art far more fair than she:

rendering all other ideas strangers to it: Be not her maid, since she is envious;

« Juliet. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Romeo. Let ine stand bere, till thou remember it, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

Juliet. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, It is my lady; 0, it is

my
love:

Remeinb’ring how I love thy company. 0, that she knew she were!

Romeo. And I'll still stay, to bave thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this. See, how sbe leans her cheek upon her hand!

Juliet. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone; 0, that I were a glove upon that band,

And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
That I might touch that cheek! -

Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
She speaks :-

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, o, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

And with a silk thread plucks il back again,
As glorious to this night, being o'er

my
head

So loving-jealous of his liberty.
As is a winged messenger of heaven

Romeo. I would, I were thy bird. Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

JULET.

Sweet so would I, Of inortals, that fall back to gaze on hin,

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. When be bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

Good night, good night? parting is such sweet sorrow, And sails upon the bosoni of the air. »

That I shall say

good night, till it be morrow. He then overhears an avowal of her passion for him;

(Exit.)

Romeo. Sleep dwell upon lhine and he determines to declare himself: they inter 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! »

eyes, peace in thy breast!

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