Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again; I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu! [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, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. 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, 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. Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. I come, anon. I do beseech thee, But if thou mean'st not well, By and by; I come. Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Rom. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. [Retiring. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! - O, for a falconer's voice, - To lure this tercel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: Rom. By the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail: 't is twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it. Jul. I shall forget to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. T is almost morning, I would have thee gone; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Sweet, so would I : Good night, good night: parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my good hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE III. Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: None but for some, and yet all different. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Within the infant rind of this weak flower For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Thou art up-rous'd by some distemperature: Rom. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Fri. That's my good son: but where hast thou been, I have been feasting with mine enemy; I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo! My intercession likewise steads my foe. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! then? Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence, then Fri. To lay one in, another out to have. Not in a grave, Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, The other did not so. Fri. and love for love allow : O! she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Rom. O! let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. SCENE IV. Enter BENVOLIO and Mercutio. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be? [Exeunt. Came he not home to-night? |