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May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
pose, love? Jul. But to be frank,' and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thec, The more I have, for both are infinite.
[Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Anon, good nurse !--Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit.
Řom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Re-enter Juliet, above.
well, I do beseech thee,-. Nurse. (IV.ithin Madam.
(1) Free (2) Inclination.
By and by, I come :To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief : To-morrow will I send.
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.
(Retiring slowly. Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer
voice, To lure this tassel-gentlel 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 m.y Romeo's name.
Rom. Ites my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
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.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'I'is almost morning, I would have thee
gone: And yet no further than a wauton's bird;
(1) The male of the goshawk.
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would :
sorrow, That I shall say—good night, till it be morrow.
(Erit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy
breast !'Would I were sleep and jieace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap2 to tell. [Exit. SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Fri
ar Laurence, with a basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning
night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked3 darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's
wheels : Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must fill up this osier cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb: And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find; Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. 0, mickle is the powerful grace,5 that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
(1) Fetters. (2) Chance, fortune. (3) Spotted, streaked. (4) The sun. (5) Virtue.
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Or if not so, then here I hit it rightOur Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; I have forgot that name, and that name's wo. Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thou
been then ? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where, on a sudden, one bath wounded me, That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies :
*Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrifi. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love
is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine ; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage : When, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day.
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence
then Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
*** Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have.
Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; The other did not so.