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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 befcrean'd in night So ftumbleft 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 displease. 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 these walls;
For flony 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,
See Parad, loft. B. iv, v. 179.
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
At lovers perjuries Jove laughs away,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Rom Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,e,Ā
Rom. What fhall I fwear by so i must in
Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee, t
I have no joy of this contract to night;
Rom. O wilt thou leave me fo unsatisfied?
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 didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose,
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
* See Midfummer night's dream. p. 76,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
[Nurfe calls within
Anon, good nurse Sweet Mountague be true:
Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night. I am afraid
Re-enter Juliet above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed :
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
I come, anon but if thou mean'ft not well,.
To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
Rom. So thrive my foul.
Ful. 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 againBondage 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 With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
Rom. My fweet!
ful. 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 till ftay to have thee ftill forget,
Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone,
So loving jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing,
Love's heralds fhould be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun-beams,