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And therefore thou may'st think my
ROMEO. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.
JULIET. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Do not swear at all,
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
And I'll believe thee.
If my heart's dear love—
JULIET. 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 :
ROMEO. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
JULIET. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.
ROMEO. Woudst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
JULIET. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
ROMEO. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
The Dawn of Day.
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked* darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's + wheels.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?—
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp❜rature;
* Dappled, spotted.
Titan, used for the sun.
Mercutio's Description of Romeo in Love.
Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin* of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft. †
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Violent Delights not Lasting.
These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die: like fire and powder,
Lovers light of Foot.
O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint :
Mercutio's description of a Brawler.
Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, * Pin of his heart, that is the centre. + Cupid's arrow.
having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribbon ? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling.
Juliet's impatience for Romeo.
Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
FRIAR LAURENCE. A gentler judgment vanish'd from
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
ROMEO. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say death:
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say banishment.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
ROMEO. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished, is banish'd from the world,
FRIAR. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
ROMEO. 'Tis torture, and not mercy; heaven is here,
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;