* (Young Abraham Cupid, he that fhot fo true, I conjure thee by Rofaline's bright eyes, Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him, To raife a fpirit in his mistress' circle, Of fome strange nature, letting it there ftand Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among thefe trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night, Blind is his love, and best befits the dark Mer It love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar tree, And with his miftrefs were that kind of fruit Which maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.Romeo, good-night; I'll to my truckle-bed, 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 II. Changes to Capulet's garden Enter Romeo. Rom. He jefts at fcars that never felt a woundBut, foft! what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the eaft, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears above, at a window. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than fhe. This probably was a name ftupidly given to Cupid in the old ballad here referred to of King Cophetua and the beggar-maid. Be not her maid, fince fhe is envious: I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. Rom. She speaks. Oh, fpeak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Romeo! Deny thy father, and refute 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 speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. What's in a name? that which we call a rofe, [Afide. Take all myself. 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 So ftumbleft on my counfel! Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear faint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee." Had I it written, I would tear the word. [night, Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair faint, 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, If any of my kinfmen find thee here. b; Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch thefe For ftony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: [walls, Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their words; look thou but fweet, And I am proof against their enmity. 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 lite were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counfel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore wash'd with the fartheft fea, Jul. Thou know'ft the mark of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blufh bepaint my cheek For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to-night. What I have fpoke-but farewel compliment! And therefore thou may't think my 'haviour light. Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all these fruit-tree topsJul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What fhall I fwear by? Jul. Do not fwear at all; Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's love Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night. It is too rah, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unfatisfied? Jul. What fatisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst requeft it; And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would't thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu! [Nurfe calls within. Sweet Montague, be true: Anon, good nurse- Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid, Too flattering fweet to be substantial. Re-enter Juliet above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night inIf that thy bent of love be honourable, [deed. Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, I come To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. Rom. So thrive my foul, Jul. A thousand times good night. [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds fchool with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift? Romeo, hist! O for a falkner's voice, Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, |