To raise a spirit in his mistress' eircle- Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Excunt Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. 4 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! 3 the humorous night :] Means humid, the moist dewy night. 4 He jests at scars,] Mercutio, whose jests he overheard; gr perhaps it is an allusion to his having conceived himself so armed with the love of Rosaline, that no other beauty could make any impression on him. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: 5 Her vestal livery is but sick and green; O, that she knew she were! 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: Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks - Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, * Be not her maid,] Be not a votary to the moon, to Diana. And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! 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 bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch 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. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine 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," let them find me here: Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; 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; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, perverse, 6 no leti.e. no stop or hinderance. thee nay, 7 And, but thou love me,] And so thou do but love me. Or it may mean, unless thou love me. So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, 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 loveJul. 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; Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 8 — cunning to be strange.] To be strange, is to put on affected coldness, to appear shy. |