Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, 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, Had I it written, I would tear the word. 100 Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound; Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and where. fore? The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb ! And the place death, considering who thou art, 110 If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er perch these ? walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; 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. Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. 120 Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here; 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 inquire; 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 sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. 130 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 140 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou may'st think my haviour light: moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 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 heart's dear love 150 160 Jul. Well, do not swear; although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; 172 Rom, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it : And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! 180 [Nurse calls within. Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. 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, 190 Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee my lord throughout the world. [Within: Madam. I come, I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee,-[Within: Madam.] By and by, I To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Rom. So thrive my soul, 200 Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.. Re-enter JULIET again, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a faulconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again ! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet? Jul. At what o'clock to morrow Shall I send to thee? "Rom. By the hour of nine. 211 Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years 'till then. 220 |