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Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
It is my lady; 0, it is my love:
0, 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;
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 off.

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*

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 man 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

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

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

Hinderance. + Unless thou love mo.

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,
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 me? 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. 1
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 yonder 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 self,
Which is the God of my idolatry,
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 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 to 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 aseard, 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 I'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.

+ Inclination.

* Free.

1

Jul.

By and by, I come:-
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my gries:
To-morrow will I send.
Rom.

So thrive

my

soul. Jul. A thousand times good night!

[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy

light.Lore goes toward love, as schoolboys from their

books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

[Retiring slowly Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!—0, 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 inake her airy tongue 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. Romeo!
Rom.

My sweet!
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, Rememb’ring 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 let's it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,t
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
* The male of the goshawk. + Fetters.

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