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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;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! 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, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen’d in
Rom. By a name
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. 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; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, 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 gay-Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear’st, Thou may’st 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 may'st 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;
Rom. If my heart's dear love
Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night!
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
[Nurse calls within.
[Erit. 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.
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;
Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, —
Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
Jul. By and by, I come :-
Rom. So thrive my soul, -
(Erit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.-Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, And make her airy tongue mure hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name.
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name:
Jul. Romeo !
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Rom. At the hour of nine.