Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd, Jul. What man art thou, that thus befcrean'd in night So stumbleft on my counsel? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear faint, is hateful to my self, Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found, Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague? Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee difpleafe. Jul. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? 'The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, confidering who thou art, If any of my kinfmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls; For ftony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Ju'. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here. * With, &c.] --Which when th' arch felon faw, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that firft did prompt me to enquire, He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes : I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest fea, Jul. Thou know'it the mafk of night is on my face, (4) At lovers, &c.] This, as Mr. Theobald has obferved, our author probably borrowed either from Ovid or Tibullus. Jupiter ex a'to perjuria ridet amantum. -Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter, & ventos irrita ferre jubet. Ovid de art. aman. Tibull. L. 3. c. 76 And At lovers perjuries Jove laughs away, And not impute this yielding to light love, Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,eĄ That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Left that thy love prove likewife variable, Rom. What fhall I fwear by so Jul. Do not fwear at all. Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's love Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee, th I have no joy of this contract to night; It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden,on Jul. What fatisfaction canft thou have to night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine, Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didft request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? ful. 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 fea, * See Midsummer night's dream. p. 76, My My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Anon, good nurfe [Nurfe calls within. Sweet Mountague be true : Stay but a little, I will come again. Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night. I am afraid All this is but dream I hear and fee; Too flattering fweet to be fubftantial. [Exit. Jul. 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. To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I fend. Rom. So thrive my foul. Jul. A thousand times good night. [Exit: Rom. A thoufand times the worse to want thy light. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this taffel gentle back again Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud, Elfe would I tear the cave where echo lies And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, How filver-fweet found lovers tongues by night, Like fofteft mufick to attending ears! Jal. Romeo! Rom. My fweet! Fal. At what a clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee? 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 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'll still ftay to have thee ftill forget, Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, fo would I; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing, Good night, good night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow, That I fhall fay good-night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Love's heralds fhould be thoughts, Which ten times fafter glide than the fun-beams, SCENE |