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0, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you.
That plats the manes of horses in the night;
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ;
True, I talk of dreams;
DESCRIPTION OF A BEAUTY.
THE GARDEN SCENE.
Enter Romeo. Rom. He jest 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,
i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
† An Ethiopian, a black.
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned 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.
* A votary to the moon, to Diana.
What's in a name? that which we call a rose,
I take thee at thy word:
[night, - Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in So stumblest on my counsel? Rom.
By a name
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 thou 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. [walls;
Rom. With love's light wings did I o’erperch these For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Therefore thy kinsmen are no leti 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 a night's cloak to hide me from their
sight; And, but thou love meş, let them find me here:
* Owns, possesses.
+ Do off.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke; But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say-Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou may’st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; 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 stranget. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant That monthly changes in her circled orb, (moon, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I swear by?
Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,