Jal. Thou know't the mask of night is on my face, Elle would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou haft heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have fpoke but farewel compliment : Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt fay, ay, And I will take thy word yet if thou swear'st, Thou may't prove falfe at lovers perjuries They fay fove laughs. On gentle Romeo, If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverfe, and fay thee nay, So thou wilt wooe: but elle not for the world. In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'ft think my 'haviour light i But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true, Than those that have more cunning to be ftrange, I should have been more ftrange, 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 so 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 swear 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 although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night; It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Ere one can fay, It lightensfweet, good night! Good night, good night- as fweet repofe and reft Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Rom. Wouldft 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, I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu. [Nurfe calls within. [Exit. Sweet Mountague, be true: 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. ful. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed : If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, [Within: Madam. I come, anon →→ but if thou mean'ft not well, come -- [Within: Madam.] By and by I To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. Rom. So thrive my foul ! Ful. 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, towards fchool with heavy looks. Enter Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine, Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name; How filver-fweet found lovers tongues by night, Jul. Romeo! Rom. My fweet! Jul. At what a 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. Fut. I fhall forget, to have thee ftill ftand 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, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, fo would I; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing, Good night, good night! Parting is fuch fweet forrow, [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! [Exit. SCENE SCENE III. A Monaftery. Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning night, From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels. With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers: None but for fome, and yet all different. In man, as well as herbs; Grace, and rude Will: Full-foon the canker death eat, up that plant. Enter Romeo. Rem. Good-morrow, father! Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue fo fweet falutes mine ear ? But But where unbruifed youth with unftuft brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden fleep doth reign. Thou art up-rous'd by fome diftemp'rature; Rem. That laft is true, the fweeter reft was mine. I have been feafting with mine enemy, Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift ; Rom. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is fet On the fair daughter of rich Capulet; As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine, And all combin'd, fave what thou must combine Fri. Holy faint Francis, what a change is here! If |