Rom. S CE NE II. H AGARDEN. Enter Romeo. E jefts at fcars that never felt a wound- It is the east, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears above at a window. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than fhe. I am too bold- Oh were those eyes in heav'n, Jul. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks, she speaks! Oh fpeak again, bright angel, for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo- wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. [Afide. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Retain Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, I will forfwear my name, Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So ftumbleft on my counfel? Rom. I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear faint, is hateful to myself, Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee difpleafe. ful. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me, and for what? The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, confidering who thou art, kinfmen find thee here. If any of n Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here, I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the fartheft fea, Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to night. What I have spoke but farewel compliment: And And I will take thy word yet if thou fwear'ft, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vowJul. Ofwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Left that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What fhall I swear by ? Jul. Do not fwear at all; Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll belive thee. Rom. If my true heart's love Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to night; It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Too like the lightning which doth cease to be Rom. O wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied? ful. What fatisfaction 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't thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, [Nurfe calls within. Anon, good Nurse- Sweet Mountague, be true; Re-enter Juliet above. [Exit. ful. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed: If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose, marriage, fend me word to morrow I come, anon- come [Within: Madam. but if thou mean'st not well, -[Within: Madam.] By and by I To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. To morrow will I fend. Rom. So thrive my foul. ful. A thousand times good night. [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure his Taffel gentle back again Bondage is hoarfe and may not speak aloud, Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name. Jul. Romeo! Rom. My fweet! ful. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee? Rom. Rom. By the hour of nine. ful. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then,I have forgot why I did call thee back Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget to have thee ftill ftand there, Remembring how I love thy Company. Rom. And I'H ftay here, to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, And with a filk thread plucks it back again, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, fo would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet forrow, That I fhall fay good night 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine Eyes, peace in thy breaft; Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghoftly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. SCENE III A Monaftery. [Exit. Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket. Fri. T Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light. The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry, I must fill up this ofier cage of ours With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers. B And |