Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of 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; Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. 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, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? 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 know'st the mask of night is on my face, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Jul. 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 self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love, Jul. 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; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 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 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. Rom. O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET above. [Exit above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent 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 follow thee my lord throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse [within]. Madam! Jul. By and by, I come : To cease thy suit, (18) and leave me to my grief: Rom. So thrive my soul, Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit above. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Re-enter JULIET above. [Retiring. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue (19) more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. At 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 stand here till thou remember it. Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, [Exit above. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!— Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE III. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. Fri. L. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And fleckèd darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; None but for some, and yet all different. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father. Benedicite! Fri. L. And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised (21) youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-rous'd by some distemperature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right,— Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Rom. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. |