Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. SCENE II-CAPULET'S Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [Exeunt. [JULIET appears above, at a window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! 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: Be not her maid,† since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off It is my lady; O, it is my love': O, that she knew she were ! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks: * Humid, moist. † A votary to Diana. O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shal I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, 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. 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. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? 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. [Aside. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Therefore thy kinsmen are no lett 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 world, they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; † Hinderance. * Owns. 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 furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. 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 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 mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond: And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. † I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ? Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love 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; * Unless. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank* and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: 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 some noise within; Dear love, adieu ! Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. [NURSE calls within. 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. 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: Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, Nurse. [within]. Madam. Jul. By and by, I come : To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Rom. So thrive my soul, Jul. A thousand times good night! Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light.Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. [Exit. [Retiring slowly. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist !-O, for a falconer's voice, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine 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? * Free. † Male goshawk. 2 A VOL. IV. Rom. At the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis 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, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. 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; [Exit. His help to crave, and my dear hap† to tell. SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's § wheels: With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. * Fetters. The sun. † Chance, fortune. Much. Spotted, streaked. ¶ Virtue. |