Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not dance? Nurfe. I know not. ful. Go, ask his name.-If he be married, My Grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! Nurse. Anon, anon [One calls within, Juliet. Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear; And fhe, as much in love, her means much less, To meet her new-beloved any where : But Paffion lends them power, Time means, to meet; Temp'ring extremities with extream sweet. B 3 [Exit Chorus. ACT ACT II. SCENE, The STREET. C Enter Romeo alone. ROMEO. AN I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, [Exit, And, on my life, hath ftoln him home to bed. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Το To raise a spirit in his miftrefs' circle, Of fome ftrange nature, letting it there ftand Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among thefe trees, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. And with his mistress were that kind of fruit, This field-bed is too cold for me to fleep: Come, fhall we go? Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain To feek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Capulet's Garden. Rom. H Enter Romeo. E jefts at fears, that never felt a wound- It is the Eaft, and Juliet is the Sun! [Juliet appears above, at a window. Arife, fair Sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Her veftal livery is but fick and green, I am too bold, 'tis not to me fhe speaks: B 4 What What if her eyes were there, they in her head? That I might touch that cheek! Rom. She fpeaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art (6) Unto the white-upturned, wondring, eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : .Or, if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I fpeak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: (6) 0, speak again, bright Angel! for thou art [Afide, As glorious to this night,] Tho' all the printed Copies concur in this Reading, yet the latter part of the Similie seems to require, As glorious to this Sight; and therefore I have ventur'd to alter the Text fo. i. e. Thou appear'ft, over my Head, as glorious to my Eyes, as an Angel in the Clouds to Mortals that stare up at him with Admiration. Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd, Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreen'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 Saint, is hateful to my felf, 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 Montague? Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee dislike. 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, any of my kinfmen find thee here. If Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. Jul. I would not for the world, they faw 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 prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'ft thou out this place? Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes: B 5 I am |