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,
And never more be Romeo.

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.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease.
Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and for

what?

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb,
And the place death, consid'ring 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, 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,
I would adventure for such merchandize.

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.-Oh, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or, if thou think I am too quickly won,
I'll 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 strange.
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 vow,
That tips with silver all these tree tops-

Jul. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

D

That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I swear by ?

Jul. Do not swear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,

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,
Too like the lightning, that doth cease to be,
Ere one can say, it lightens.-Sweet, good night,
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet.
Good night, good night-As sweet repose and rest,
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast.

Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for
mine.

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 bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love, as deep ;-the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

I hear some noise within;-dear love, adieu !-
Nurse. [Calls within.] Madam!

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,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.—
Nurse. [Within.] Madam!

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,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her angry tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.

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,
And with a silk thread pulls it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

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;
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,

The day to cheat, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this osier cage of ours,

With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers.
O mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.