BEN. Go, then; for 't is 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? I am too bold, 't is not to me she speaks: That I might touch that cheek! She speaks: O speak again, bright angel! for thou art 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. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! 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 night, So stumblest on my counsel? I know not how to tell thee who I am; Had I it written I would tear the word. JUL. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? KOM. Neither, fair maid, 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. ROM. With love's light wings did I o'er-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 murther 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 eyes; 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, that 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 farthest 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 thee say 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 behaviour 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 overheard'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, 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 unadvis'd, too sudden; ROM. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? [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. [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 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 strife and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. [Exit. ROM. So thrive my soul,JUL. A thousand times good night! ROM. A thousand times the worse to want thy lightLove goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Retiring slowly. JUL. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, 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 more hoarse than mine ROM. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: 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. ROм. 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, Forgetting any other home but this. |