As is a winged meffenger of heaven Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refufe thy name : Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I speak at this? [Afide, ful. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy ; Thou art thyfelf though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be fome other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rofe, By any other name would fmell as fweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myfelf. 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 befcreen'd in night, So ftumbleft on my counfel? Rom. My name, dear faint, is hateful to myfelf, 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 found; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, confidering who thou art, If any of my kinfmen find thee here. Ram. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls; For ftony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinfmen are no let to me. Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Rom Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world, they faw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their fight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: Rom. By love, who firft did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counfel, and I lent him eyes. As that vaft shore wash'd with the furtheft sea, Jul. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face; Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, What I have spoke; But farewell compliment ! And therefore thou may't think my haviour light : Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I fwear, moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love— ful. Well, do not fwear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Fre 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 repose and rest Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would't thou withdraw it? for what purpofe, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. [Nurfe calls within. [Exit. Rom. O bleffed bleffed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-fweet to be fubftantial. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean't not I do befeech thee, 3 By and by, I come : Nurfe. [Within.] Madam. Jul. To ceafe thy fuit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I fend. Rom. So thrive my foul, ful. A thousand times good night! [Exit. : Rom. A thoufand times the worfe, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as fchool-boys from their books; But love from love, toward fchool with heavy [retiring flowly. looks. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift !-O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this taffel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Rom. It is my foul, that calls upon my name : How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night, Like fofteft mufick to attending ears! Jul. Romeo! Rom. Jul. My sweet! Shall I fend to thee? Rom. Jul. I will not fail; At what o'clock to-morrow At the hour of nine. 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me ftand here till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remem'bring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll ftill stay, to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this. |