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Romeo, good night :-I 'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?

Ben. Go, then; for 't is in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.

[Exeunt.

Scene II.-Capulet's Garden.

Enter Romeo. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

[Juliet appears above, at a window. But soft! what light through yonder window

breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.It is my lady; 0, it is my love : O, that she knew she were !She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.I am too bold; 't is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those

stars,
As daylight doth a lamp: her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Jul. Ah me!
Rom.

She speaks :-
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingéd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnéd wond'ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou

Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I 'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

[Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.

What’s Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man, 0, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet:
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title.—Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I 'll be new baptized :
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreened

in night, So stumblest on my counsel?

Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, 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 maid, if either thee dislike.
Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and

wherefore?
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb;
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch

these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop 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

here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from

their eyes; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death proroguéd, 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 washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my

face;

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, The more I have, for both are infinite.
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.

[Nurse calls within.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny I hear some noise within : dear love, adieu !-
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment! Anon, good nurse !-Sweet Montague, be true.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay;" Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit.
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Rom. () blesséd, blesséd night! I am afeard,
Thou mayst prove false : at lovers' perjuries, Being in night, all this is but a dream,
They say, Jove lauglis. O, gentle Romeo, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

Re-enter Juliet, above. I ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.

indeed. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

If that thy bent of love be honourable, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, But trust me, gentleman, I 'll prove more true By one that I 'll procure to come to thee; Than those that have more cunning to be strange. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite: I should have been more strange, I must confess, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, And follow thee my lord throughout the world. My true love's passion : therefore pardon me; Nurse [within). Madam! And not impute this yielding to light love,

Jul. I come anon.—But if thou mean'st not Which the dark night hath so discovered.

well, Rom. Lady, by yonder blesséd moon I swear. I do beseech thee That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, | Nurse (within]. Madam! Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Jul. By and by I come :moon,

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. That monthly changes in her circled orb, To-morrow will I send. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Rom. So thrive my soul Rom. What shall I swear by ?

Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Jul. Do not swear at all :

Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

light.Which is the god of my idolatry,

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their And I 'll believe thee.

books; Rom. If my heart's dear love

But love from love, toward school with heavy Jul. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in

looks.

[Retiring slowly. thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night:

Re-enter Juliet, above. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;

Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say—"It lightens.” Sweet, good To lure this tassel-gentle back again! night!

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest

mine
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name:
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? | How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night;
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow Like softest music to attending ears!
for mine.

Jul. Romeo!
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst re Rom. My sweet!
quest it:

Jul.

At what o'clock to-morrow And yet I would it were to give again.

| Shall I send to thee? Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what Rom. At the honr of nine. purpose, love?

Jul. I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. I have forgot why I did call thee back. And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Remembering how I love thy company.

voice,

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Nor aught so good, but, strained from that fair use, Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
Revolts from true birth. stumbling on abuse : So soon forsaken? young men's love, then, lies
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
And vice sometime's by action dignified.

Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine
Within the infant rind of this weak flower Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: How much salt water thrown away in waste,
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each To season love, that of it doth not taste!
part;

The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears ; Two such opposéd Kings encamp them still Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit In man as well as herbs,-grace and rude will; Of an old tear, that is not washed off yet: And, where the worser is predominant,

If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:

And art thou changed ? pronounce this sentence, Enter Romeo.

thenRom. Good morrow, father!

“Women may fall, when there's no strength in Fri. Benedicite !

men." What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Rom. Thou chid'dst me oft for loving Rosaline. Young son, it argues a distempered head,

Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. So soon to bid good-morrow to thy bed :

Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Fri. Not in a grave And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; To lay one in, another out to have. But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she whom I Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth

love now, reign :

Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure

The other did not so.
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; Fri. O, she knew well
Or if not so, then here I hit it right-

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. But come, young waverer, come go with me,
Rom. That last is true; the sweeter rest was In one respect I 'll thy assistant be:
mine.

For this alliance may so happy prove,
Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Rom. (), let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. I have forgot that name, and that name 's woe. Fri. Wisely and slow: they stumble that run Fri. That's my good son: but where hast

fast.

[Exeunt. thou been, then? Rom. I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy;

Scene IV.-A Street.
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded : both our remedies

Enter Benvolio and Mercurio.
Within thy help and holy physic lies.

Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?I bear no hatred, blesséd man; for lo,

Came he not home to-night? My intercession likewise steads my foe.

Ben. Not to his father's: I spoke with his man. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, drift:

that Rosaline, ! Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. | Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, love is set

Hath sent a letter to his father's house. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:

Mer. A challenge, on my life. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

Ben. Romeo will answer it. | And all combined, save what thou must combine Mer. Any man that can write may answer a

By holy marriage. When, and where, and how, letter.
We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow, Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
I'll tell thee as we pass : but this I pray,

how he dares, being dared. That thou consent to marry us this day.

Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead ! | Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot here!

through the ear with a love-song; the very pin

of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt- | Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for shaft:-and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? the singleness! Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?

Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. wits fail. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or He fights as you sing prick-song; keeps time, / I'll cry a match. distance, and proportion; rests me his minim ' Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wildgoose-chace, rest-one, two, and the third in your bosom : the I have done; for thou hast more of the wildvery butcher of a silk button; a duellist, a goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have duellist: a gentleman of the very first house; of in my whole five. Was I with you there for the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal the goose ? passado! the punto reverso! the hay!

Rom. Thou wast never with me for anything, Ben. The what?

when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents ! “ By Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Jesu, a very good blade !"_"A very tall man !" Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is -"A very good whore."—Why, is not this a 1 a most sharp sauce. lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be | Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet thus afflicted with these strange flies, these goose ? fashion - mongers, these pardonnez-mois, who Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches stand so much on the new form that they can from an inch narrow to an ell broad! not sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, Rom. I stretch it out for that word “broad:" their bons !

which added to the goose, proves thee far and

wide a broad goose. Enter Romeo.

Mer. Why, is not this better now than groanBen. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. ing for love? Now art thou sociable, now art

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :- thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by O, flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is | art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;- down to hide his bauble in a hole. marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Ben. Stop there; stop there. Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and | Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale, Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye against the hair. or so, but not to the purpose.—Signior Romeo, Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale bon jour! there's a French salutation to your large. French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly Mer. O, thou art deceived; I would have last night.

made it short: for I was come to the whole Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What coun- depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy terfeit did I give you?

the argument no longer. Mer. The slip, sir, the slip: can you not Rom. Here's goodly geer! conceive? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business

Enter Nurse and Peter,
was great; and in such a case as mine, a man Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail !
may strain courtesy.

Ben. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
Mer. That's as much as to say, such a case Nurse. Peter !
as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams, Peter. Anon?
Rom. Meaning, to courtesy.

Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.

Mer. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her Rom. A most courteous exposition.

fan 's the fairer face. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy, Nurse God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Rom. Pink for flower.

Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Mer. Right,

Nurse. Is it good den? Rom. Why, then is my pump well-flowered. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy

Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now, till hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the 1 Nurse. Out upon you, what a man are you! single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, 1 Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made after the wearing, solely singular.

himself to mar,

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