And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing. ler. Which is as thin of substance as the air; DESCRIPTION OF A BEATY. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright' ACT 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 Diana. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah, me! Rom. Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes 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! Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy. What's in a name? that which we call a rose, [Aside. And for that name, which is no part of thee, Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be_new baptiz'd; Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: 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. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, 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. 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: 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; + Unless thou love me. * Hinderance. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. 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.] 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 tops 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? Do not swear at all, Jul. 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 in this contract of to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden: Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 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 purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, [Nurse calls within. 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. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If 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 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. |