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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 my felf.

Rom. I take thee at thy word:

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreen'd in night,

So ftumbleft on my counsel ?

Rom. By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am:

My name, dear Saint, is hateful to my self,
Because it is an enemy to thee.

Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?

Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee diflike.
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,


any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls,

For ftony 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 fee thee, they will murther thee.
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but sweet,
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 life 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 enquire He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes :

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I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far

As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for fuch merchandise.

Jul. Thou know'ft, 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 fay, ay;
And I will take thy word yet if thou fwear'ft,'
Thou may'ft prove false; at lovers' perjuries,
They fay, Jove 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 perverfe, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt wooe: but, elfe, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ;

And therefore thou may't think my 'haviour light:
But trust me, Gentleman, I'll prove more true,
Than those that have more cunning to be ftrange.
I should have been more strange, I must confefs,
But that thou over-heard'ft, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's Paffion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath fo discovered.

Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow,
That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops-
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconstant 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,
Which is the God of my idolatry,

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 rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,


Ere one can fay, it lightens-Sweet, good night.
This bud of love by fummer's ripening breath
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet :
Good night, good night-as fweet Repose and Rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast!
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied?

Jul. What fatisfaction canft thou have to night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Jul. I gave thee mine, before thou did'st request it: And yet I would, it were to give again.

Rom Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

Jul. 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 fea,

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

I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu !

[Nurfe calls within.

Sweet Montague, be true:

Anon, good nurse :
Stay but a little, I will come again.

Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid,

Being in night, all this is but a dream ;

Too flattering-fweet to be fubftantial.

Re-enter Juliet above.


Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, in deed:

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, fend 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'ft not well,
I do befeech thee

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To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.


To morrow will I fend.

Rom. So thrive my foul,

Jul. A thousand times, good night.

[Exit. Rom. A thoufand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-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 Taffel gentle back again

Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud;
Elfe 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-fweet found lovers' tongues by night,
Like fofteft mufick to attending ears!

Ful Romeo!

Rom. My Sweet!

Jul. At what o' clock to morrow

Shall I fend 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. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee ftill stand there; Remembring how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almoft 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 prifoner in his twifted gyves,
And with a filk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would, I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would I ;

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Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow, That I fhall fay good night, 'till it be morrow.



Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! 'Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close Cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

SCENE changes to a Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.


Fri. THE grey-ey'd morn fmiles 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 muft fill up this ofier-cage of ours

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers.
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 fucking on her natural bofom find:
Many for many virtues excellent,

None but for fome, and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In plants, herbs, ftones, and their true qualities.
Nor nought fo vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give:
Nor aught fo good, but, ftrain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true Birth, ftumbling on abuse.
Virtue it felf turns vice, being mifapplied;
And vice fometime by action's dignified.
Within the infant rind of this fmall flower
Poison hath refidence, and medicine


For this being fmelt, with that fenfe chears each part;
Being tafted, flays all fenfes with the heart.
Two fuch oppofed foes encamp them ftill
In man, as well as herbs, Grace (and rude Will:
And where the worfer is predominant,
Full-foon the canker death cats up that plant.


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