What I have fpoke-but farewel compliment!
Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt fay Ay';
And I will take thy word yet if thou fwear it,"
Thou may't prove falfe; at lovers' perjuries,
They fay, Jove laughs, Oh, gentle Romeo,
If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if you think I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverfe, and fay thee Nay,
So thou wilt wooe: but, elfe, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;"
And therefore thou may't think my 'haviour light.
But trust me. Gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than thofe that have more cunning to be ftrange.
I should have been more ftrange, I must confefs,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's paffion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath to difcovered.
fo
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon nigoda buA
I VOW,
That tips with filver all thefe fruit-tree tops
Jul. Ofwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb;

Left that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. Why

fhall I fwear by?

Jul. Do not fwear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee.

Rom. If my

true heart's love

Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night, now out yM

It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden,

Too like the lightning, which doth ceafe to be,
Ere one can fay it lightens-Sweet, good night.
This bud of love by fummer's ripening breath
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet.
Good night, good night-as fweet repofe and reft
Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft !!! 2
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied
Jul. What fatisfaction canit thou have to-night?
Rom. Th exchange of thy love's faithful vow for

Ful.

Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request ity And yet I would it were to give again,

Rom. Would't thou withdraw it for what purpose

Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. t And yet I with but for the thing I have,

My bounty is as boundless as the fea, 1 r

My love as deep; the more I give to theepust I lisa2
The more I have, for both are infinite. : ya wast
I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu

Nurse calls within
Anon, good nurfe.Sweet Montague, be true S
Stay but a little, I will come again. 1 hadi 1 [Exit.
Rom. O bleffed bleffed night! I am afraidjorie &
Being in night, all this is but a dream; Lo
Too flattering fweet to be fubftantial.

Re-enter Juliet above.

Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in If that thy bent of love be honourable, Ideed, Thy purpose marriage, fend 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 foot I'll lay ou And follow thee, my love, throughout the world. Within, Madam.

1 come, anon- but if thou mean'ft not well, I do befeech thee[Within, Madam,] By and by.

I come

To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief, sonoti To-morrow will I fend.

Rom. So thrive my foul,
Jul. A thousand times good night

[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again.

Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this taffel gentle back again

Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeak aloud;
Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine,

A

With repetition of my Romeo,

Rom. It is my l love that calls upon my name, How.filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night, a Like fofteft mufic to attending ears!

Jul Romeo!

Rom. My fweet!

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee?

Rom. By 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 fhall forget, to have thee still stand there; > Remembering how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee itill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

6

Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
That let's it hop a little from her hand, T
Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a filk-thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would I;

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. A
Good night, good night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow,
That I fhall fay good night till it be morrow. [Exit.
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
'Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reit!
Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's clofè cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.

J:

SCENE III. Changes to a monaftery.

Jona Enter Friar Lawrence, with a bajket..,

Fri. The grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning

night,

T

Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light:
And darkness flecker'd, like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels.
Now ere the fun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,

I must fill up this ofier-cage of ours

w

Which baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers,...! I The earth, that's Nature's mother is

tomb;

sher

What is her burying grave, that is her womb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We fucking on her natural bofom find; or sod ved I
Many for many virtues excellent,

I

None but for fome, and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies77
In plants, herbs, ftones, and their true qualities.
Nor nought fo vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give:
Nor aught fo good, but, ftrain'd from that fair ufe
Revolts from true birth, ftumbling on abufe. mot
Virtue itself turns vice, being mifapplied;
And vice fometime by action's dignified.
Within the infant rind of this fmall flower

Poifen hath refidence, and medic'nal power; vlot vä
For this being fmelt, with that fenfe cheers each part
Being tafted, flays all fenfes with the heart,1%
Two fuch oppofed kin incamp them still
In man, as well as herbs, grace and rude will
And where the worfer is predominant,
Full-foon the canker death eats up that plant.

Enter Romeo. 1 vit ne vlun yow!

Rom. Good morrow, father.

Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me for molast oT Young fon, it argues a distemper'd head on 24T So foon to bid good morrow to thy bed, bio váľ Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,sil tod And where care lodgeth, fleep will never lies 10 But where unbruifed youth with unftuft brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden fleep doth reign Therefore thy earlinefs doth me affure, vodun LCA Thou art uprous'd by fome diftemp'rature

Or if
if not fo, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. N
Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter reft was mine.
Fri. God pardon fin! waft thou with Rofaline?

Rom. With Rofaline, my ghoftly father? ho.o T I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

Fri. That's my good fon: but where haft thou been

then?

Rom I'll tell thee ere thou afk it me again. I have been feafting with mine enemy; Where, on a fudden, one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded; both our remedies Within thy help and holy phyfic lies;

I bear ho hatred, bleffed man, for, lo,
My interceffion likewife fteads my foe.

Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confellion finds but riddling thrift.

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet;

As mine on her's, fo her's is fet on mine,vt Lang La
And all combin'd, fave what thou must combine
By holy marriage when, and where, and how,
We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pafs; but this
That thou confent to marry us this day, a door
Fri. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rofaline, whom thou didst love fo dear,

pray,

So foon forfaken? young mens love then les 10A
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jefu Maria! what a deal of brine

Hath wash'd thy fallow cheeks for Rofaline?
How much falt water thrown away in wafte,
To feafon love, that of it doth not tafte? vitas tuil No
The fun not yet thy fighs from heaven clears, ol
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. hop
Lo, here upon thy cheek the ftain doth fit qed stud
Of an old tear, that is not wafh'd off yet.
If e'er thou waft thyfelf, and thefe woes thine,
Thou and there woes were all for Rofaline.CI
And art thou change d pronounce this fentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no ftrength in men.
Rom. Thou chid dit me oft for loving Rofaline.
Fri. For doating, not for loving, pupil mine. nd
Rom. And bad'it me bury love.

Fri! Not meas grave,

I

To lay one in, another out to have.

Rom.