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And sleeps again. This is that very Mab,
That plats the manes of horses in the night;
And bakes the elf-locks* in foul sluttish hairs,
Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses thein, and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This, this is she-
Rom.

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talkost of nothing. ler.

True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air;
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now, the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dror:ping south.

DESCRIPTION OF A BENITY.
0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'st ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her sellows shows.

АСТ II.
THE GARDEN SCENE.

Enter Romeo.
Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound..

[Juliet appears above, at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;

* i. e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. + An Ethiopian, a black.

A votary to the moon, to Miana.

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
It is ing lady; 0, it is my love:
O, that she knew she werel-
She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that,
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.-
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks;
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return
What if her eyes were there, they in her head;
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
0, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Jul.

Ah, me!
Rom.

She speaks!
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo!
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this!

[Aside, Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy.

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What's in a name that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title:-Romeo, doff thy name;
* Owns, possesses.

+ Do oft

And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
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 ian art thou, that, thus bescreen'd

night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
Rom.

By a name
I know not huw to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Recause it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it writien, I would tear the word.

Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words or that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam’st thou hither, tell me? and where

fore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any

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my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch

these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out;
And what love can do, that dares love attempt,
Therefore, thy kinsmen are no let* to me.

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thina eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their

sight; And, but thou love me,t let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this

place? Kom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;

* Hinderance. + Unless thou love me.

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He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

Jul. Thou knowost the mask of night is on my face
Else 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 farewell compliment!
Dost thou love nie? I know thou wilt say--Ay;
And I will take thy word; yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false: at lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour* light.
But, trust 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 overheard'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 youder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all the fruit-tree topsJul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant

moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest 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 sell,
Which is the God of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom.

If my heart's dear loreJul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract of to-night: * Behaviour.

+ Shy.

pose, love?

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 sunımer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet,
Good night, good night; as sweet repose and rest
Come lo thy heart, as that within my breast!

Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for

mine. Jul I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. And yet I would it were to give again.

Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur

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

[Nurse calls within.
I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse !-Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit.

Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
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,

indeed. Jf that thy bentt 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 feet l'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse. [Within.] Madam.

Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean’st not well, I do beseech thee,Nurse. [Within.] Madam. * Free.

+ Inclination.

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