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(Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true,
Ben. An'if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him, To raise a lpirit in his mistress' circle, Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjur d it down ; Thar were fome spight. My invocation is Honest and fair, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up bin.
Ben. Coine, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be conforled with the hum'rous night. Blind is his love, and beit befits the dark
Mer It love be blind, love cannot hit the mark, Now will he fit under a medlar tree, And with his mistress 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, shall we go!
Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain To leek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Capulet's garden
Enter Romeo. Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a woundBut, soft! what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
[Juliet appears above, at a window. Arise, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Tliis probably was a name stupidly given to Cupid in the old ballad here sefcried to of King Cophctua and the beggar-maid.
Be got her maid, since she is envious:
discourses ; I will answer it-
Jul. Ah me!
Rom. She speaks.
the bosom of the air.
Take all myself.
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Jul. What man art thou, that thus, bescreen'd in So Itumblest on my counsel !
[night, Rom. By a name 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." Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Juil. My ears have not yet drunk a 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 dilike.
Ful, How cam'st 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 kinsmen find thee here,
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these For ftony limits cannot hold love out ;
Twalls, Arid what love can do, ibat dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Jul. If they do lee thee, they will murther thee.
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than 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 herc. 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 whose direction found 'st thou out this place?
Kem. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire ; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am ro pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft Thore wash'd with the farthest fea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
Jui. Thou know'st the inaik of night is on my face, Elle 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 farewel compliment !
Rom. Ladý, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
Jul. O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Lelt that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Jul. Do not swear at all ;
Rom. If my true heart's love-
Rom. (), wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
mine, VOL. VIII.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it ;
[Nurse calls within, Anon, good nurse-Sweet Montague, be true: Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream; Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
Re-enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night inIf that thy bent of love be honourable, [deed. Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Ry 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.
[Within, Madam. I come, anon but if thou mean'lt not well, I do befeech thee-[Within, Madam.] By and by,
Rom. So thrive my soul,
[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light, Love goes tow'rd love, as (chool-boys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.