Jul. 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? 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 call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title; Romeo, quit thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, I will forswear my name, Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. 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. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk an hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease. what? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, 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 stop to me. Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye, Then 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. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire, 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 farthest sea, Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, So thou wilt woo: but, else, not for the world. And, therefore, thou may'st think my 'haviour light: Jul. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, D That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's love Jul. 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, Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it ; And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? Jul. But, to be frank, and give it thee again. My love, as deep ;-the more I give to thee, I hear some noise within;-dear love, adieu !- Jul. Anon, good Nurse-Sweet Montague, be true: Stay but a little, I will come again. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid, [Exit. Being in night, all this is but a dream! Too flattering sweet to be substantial. Enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed: If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose, marriage, send me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.— Jul. I come, anon I do beseech thee -but if thou mean'st not well, Nurse. [Within.] Madam! Jul. By and by, I come To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I send. Rom. So thrive my soul. Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Enter JULIET. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falc'ner's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, And make her angry tongue more hoarse than mine, Rom. It is my love, that calls upon my name.. How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet! Jul: At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. By 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 stay here, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone, And yet not farther than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sor row, That I shall say, good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast; Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! SCENE III. [Exit. A Monastery. Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; The day to cheat, and night's dank dew to dry, With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers. In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. |