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Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their prayers.

[Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ben. What is her mother?

Nurse. Marry batchelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lad; and a wise and virtuous,
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold on her
Shall have the chink.

Ben. Is she a Capulet?
Romeo, let's be gune, the sport is over.

Rom. Ay so I fear the more is my mishap. [Ereunt.

Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so ? why then, I thank you

all.
I'thank you honest gentlemen, good night;
More torches here--come on then, lets to supper. [Exeunt.

Jul. Come hither nurse. What is yon gentleman ?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he that is now going out of door?
Nurse. That as I think, is young

Mercutio.
Jul. What's he that fellows here, that would not dance.
Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go ask his name. If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen, unknown; and known too late.

Nurse. What's this? what's this!

Jul. A rhyme I learn'te'ện now Of one I talk'd withal.

[One calls within Juliet. Nurse. Anon, anon Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone. [Exeunt.

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when my heart is here; Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [Exit.

Enter BENVOLIO with Mercurio.
Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo.

Mer. He is wise,
And on my life has stol'n him home to bed.

Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall,
Call, good Mercutio.

Mer. Nay, I ll conjure too.
Why, why, Romeo ! humours ! madam, passion ! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.
Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfy'd.
Cry but Ab me! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name to her pur-blind son and heil ;
I conjure thee by thy mistreso bright eyes,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demeasns that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wiit anger him.
To raise a spirit in his mistres' circle,
'Till she had laid it. My invocation is
Honest and fair, in his mistres' name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the hum'rous night.

Mer. Romeo, good night, I'll to my truckle bed,
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep;
Come, shall we go?

Ben. Gọ then, for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be fjund. [Exeuni.

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SCENE. II.

A Garden.

Enter Romeo.
Rom. E jests at scars that never felt a wound-

But soft, what light thro' yonder window

breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

[Juliet appears above at a window, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that? Her eye discourses, I will avswer it; I am too bold -Oh were those eyes in heav'r, They'd through the airy region stream so bright, 'Thať birds would sing and think it were the morn; 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, 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,
To the upturn'd wond ring eyes of mortals
When he bestriles the lazy passing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air,

Jul. O Romeo, Romeo—wherefore 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 ? [Aside.

Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
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 Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title ; Romeo, quit thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,

Take

Take all myself.

Rom. I take thee at thy word;
Call me but love, I will forswear thy name,
And never more be Romeo.
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel.
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.

Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease.

Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and for what?
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Rom. With love's light wings did I oe'r-perch these walls,
For stony 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 worid they saw thee here,
By whose direction found'st thou out this place ?

Rom. By love that first did prompt me to enquire,
He lent me counsel and I leut 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 a merchandize,

Jul. Thou knowst 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
What I have spoke-but farewell compliment;
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay,
And I will take thy word -yet if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lover's perjuries
They say Jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo!
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully ;
Or if thou think I am too quickly wob,

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So thou wilt woo; but else not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light;
But trust me, gentlemen, I'll prove more true,
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's passion : therefore pardon me,
Ard not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discover'd.

Ruin. Lady by yonder blessed moon I vow

Jul. O swear not by.moon, th' inconstant moon,
That inonthly changes in her circled orb;
Lest tliat thy love prove likewise variable.

Rom. Wrat shall I swear by ?

Jul. Do not swear at all ;
On if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

Roin. 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
Ete 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 nightmas sweet repose and rest.
Goine to thy heart, as that within my breast.

Rom. O wilt thou leave nie so unsatisfied ?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th’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, to give it thee again.
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 scme noise within; dear love, adieu.

[Nurse calls within

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