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I am no Pilot, yệt wert thou as far
As that vast fhore, walh'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Jul. Thou know'st," the mask 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 !
Doft thou love me? I know, thou wilt say, ay;
And I will take thy word yet if thou swear'ft,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries,
They say, Tove laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo,
If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully :
Or if you think, I am too quickly won,
I'll frown. and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt wooe: but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light :
But truft 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 over-heard'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 fruit-tree tops
Ful. O swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left 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, which 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 nightmas 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
Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou did'ft request it:
And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose,
love? ul. 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 thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within ; dear love, adieu !
[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, in-
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.
[Within: Madam. I come, anon--but if thou mean' it not well, I do beseech thee-[Within: Madam.] By and by,
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
To morrow will I send.
Rom. So thrive my soul,
Tul. A thousand times, good night. [Exit.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as school-boys from their books'; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks,
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner'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 airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
How filver-sweet found lovers' tongues by night,
Like fofteft mufick 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 ftand here 'till thou remember it.
Ful. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there ; Remembring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks 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 sorrow, 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 !
Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close Cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit,
Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.
Fri. HE grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning,
Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light:
And darkness flecker'd, like a drunkard, reels
From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels,
Now, ere the Sun advance his burning eye,
The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this ofier-cage of ours
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced Aowers.
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.
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies.
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
Nor nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give:
Nor aught so good, but, ftrain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true Birth, stumbling on abuse.
Virtue it felf turns vice, being milapplied ;
And vice sometime by action's dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and medicine power:
For this being smelt, with that sense chears each part;
Being tasted, says all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed foes encamp them still
In man, as well as herbs, Grace and rude Will :
And where the worser is predominant,
Full-Soon the canker death eats up that plant.
Rom, Good morrow,
Fri. Benedicite !
What early tongue so sweet saluteth ne ?
Young fon, it argues a diftemper'd head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed :
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And, where care lodgeth, sleep will never lye:
But where unbruised youth with unftuft brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Thou art uprouz’d by some distemp?rature ;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter Reft was mine.
Fri. God pardon fin! waft thou with Rosaline ?
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father : no.
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
Fri. That's my good fon : but where haft thou been
Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again ;
I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Where, on a sudden, one hach wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physick lies ;
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
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 mét, 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 faint Francis, what a change is here ! Is Rofaline, whom thou didit love to dear,