Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their prayers. [Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ben. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry batchelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, I nurs'd her daughter that you talk withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold on her Ben. Is she a Capulet? Romeo, let's be gone, the sport is over. [To ber Nurse. Rom. Ay so I fear the more is my mishap. Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? why then, I thank you all. I thank you honest gentlemen, good night; [Exeunt. More torches here come on then, lets to supper. [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither nurse. What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that is now going out of door? Nurse. That as I think, is young Mercutio. ful. What's he that fellows here, that would not dance. Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go ask his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen, unknown; and known too late. Nurse. What's this? what's this! Jul. A rhyme I learn't e'en now Of one I talk'd withal. Nurse. Anon, anon. [One calls within Juliet. Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone. [Exeunt. АСТ. AN I go CA forward when my heart is here; Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [Exit. Enter BENVOLIO with MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo. Mer. He is wise, And on my life has stol'n him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall, Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, Ill-conjure too. Why, why, Romeo! humours! madam, passion! lover! Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfy'd. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wiit anger him. 'Till she had laid it. My invocation is Honest and fair, in his mistres' name, I conjure only but to raise him up. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the hum'rous night. Mer. 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. E 3 [Exeunt. АСТ. SCENE. II. A Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. HE jests at scars that never felt a wound But soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! [Juliet appears above at a window. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, I am too bold: -Oh were those eyes in heav'n, Ful. Ah me! Rom. She speaks, she speaks! Oh speak again bright angel for thou art 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; 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 call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title; Romeo, quit thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word; Call me but love, I will forswear thy name, What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease. And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I oe'r-perch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. 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, By whose 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; I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast shore, wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such a merchandize, Jul. Thou knowst the mask of night is on my face, E 4 I'I frown and be perverse and say thee nay, And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light; Rom. Lady by yonder blessed moon I vow- Jul. Do not swear at all; Qn if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's 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 nie so unsatisfied? Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, to give it thee again. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu. [Nurse calls within Anon. |