Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I vow— 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 true heart's 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 unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Rom. The 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'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Jul. I hear some noise within.-Dear love, adieu! Anon, good Nurse !—Sweet Montague, be true, Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit from Balcony L. Rom. (c.) O, blessed, blessed night! I am a feard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee, my love, throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon!—But, if thou mean'st not well, To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I send. Re-enter Juliet L. Jul. Hist, Romeo, hist!—Oh, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Rom. (Without.) It is my love that calls upon my name! How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Jul. Romeo! ROMEO enters R. Rom. (c.) My sweet! Jul. At what o' clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. At 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 still stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay here to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone; And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, So loving-jealous of its 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 sor row, Tassel-gentle-the male of the gosshawk. # That I shall say—Good night, till it be morrow. [Exit from Balcony L. Rom. (c.) Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast: Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! [Exit R. SCENE III.—The Cloisters of a Convent. Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to try, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities; But to the earth some special good doth give; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Lau. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Enter Romeo L. Young son, (r. c.) it argues a distemper'd head, So soon to bid good morrow to thy pillow. Thou art up-roused by some distemp'rature. Rom. (l. c.) I tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where to the heart's core, one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded; both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lie. Lau. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. Rom. Then plainly, know, my heart's dear love is set On Juliet, Capulet's fair daughter; As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine: But when, and where, and how We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vows, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I beg, Lau. Holy Saint Francis! But tell me, son, and call thy reason home, Is not this love the offspring of thy folly, Bred from thy wantonness and thoughtless brain? Hurry thee on, thro' short-lived, dear-bought plea sures, To cureless woes and lasting penitence. Rom. I pray thee, chide me not; she whom I Doth give me grace for grace, and love for love; Lau. Well, come, my pupil, go along with me: In one respect 'll give thee my assistance; |