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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : . My name, dear säint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; : Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred
words Of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and
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 let to me.
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder 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
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
sight; 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, 'who first did prompt me to in
quire; 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 furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul.' Thou know’st, the mask of night is on my
nay, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
l And therefore thou may'st think my haviour 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,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee..
If my heart's dear loveJul. 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;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
[Nurse calls within.
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Re-enter Juliet, above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night,
Nurse. [\Vithin.] Madam.
Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
By and by, I come:-
So thrive my soul, -Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy
light. — Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their
books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!--0, 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 With repetition of my Romeo's name.
At what o'clock to-morrow
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.