Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd, 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, Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee diflike. 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'er-perch thefe walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out ; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. 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 : B 5 I am I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest sea, Jul. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face, And therefore thou may't think my 'haviour light: Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, 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 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, Ere Ere one can fay, it lightens-Sweet, good night. 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. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu ! [Nurfe calls within. Sweet Montague, be true: Anon, good nurse : 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. [Exit. 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, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee, my love, throughout the world. I come, anon--but if thou mean'ft not well, I come -[Within: Madam.] By and by, To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. Το 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, Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud; Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, 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, 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, That I fhall fay good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. 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. [Exit. Fri. THE grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning: Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light: With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. None but for fome, and yet all different. power: For this being fmelt, with that fenfe chears each part; Enter |