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What I have spoke-but farewel compliment !
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconitant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I swear by?
Jul. Do not swear at all;
Rom. If my true heart's love
breaft! Rom. O, wilt thou leave me lo unsatisfied ? Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. Th’exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. C 2
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
[Nurse calls within, Anon, good nurse. -Sweet Montague, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit, Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream; Too flattering sweet to be fubftantial.
Re-enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in. If that thy bent of love be honourable, (deed. 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 love, throughout the world.
[Within, Madam 1 come, anon - but if thou meau'st not well, I do beseech thee-LWithin, Madam.] By and by,
Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again. Jul Hilt! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this taffel 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 more hoarte than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name;
Jul. Romeo !
Jul. At what o'clock morrow
Rom. By 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 itill stand there; Rememb’ring how I love thy company,
Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. ' 'i'is almoit morning I would have thee gone, • And yet no further than a wanton's bird, "That let's it hop a little from her hand, • Like a poor prisoner in his twitted gyves, • And with a filk-thread plucks it back again, • So loving-jealous of his liberty.
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 forrow, That I shall lay good night till it be morrow. [Exit.
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! 'Would I were sleep and peace, 10 tweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exita
SCENE III. Changes to a monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.
I must fill
Enter Romeo. Rom. Good morrow, father.
Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet faluteth me? Young fon, it argues a distemper'd head So foon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodgeth, sleep will never lie: But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art uprous’d by some distemp’rature ; Or if not so, then here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter relt was mine. Fri. God pardon fin! wast thou with Rosaline?
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no.
Fri. Be plain, good fon, and honely in thy drift; Riddling confeffion finds but riddling thrift.
Rom. Then plainly know, iny heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet; As mine on hier's, fo her's is let on inine; And all combind, save what thou muit combine By holy marriage: when, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day.
Fri. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Roni. Thou chid'dft me oft for loving Rosaline.
Fri. Not in a grave,