Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 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 of this contract to-night: 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 summer's ripening breath, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? 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. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! [Nurse calls within. Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Rom. O blessed, blessèd night! I am afeard, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET above. [Exit above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent 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 foot I'll lay, And follow thee my lord throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon: I do beseech thee But if thou mean'st not well, Nurse. [within] Madam! Jul. By and by, I come: To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Rom. So thrive my soul Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit above. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Re-enter JULIET above. [Retiring. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O, 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 make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name: 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, Remembering 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, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, [Exit above. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. SCENE III. The same. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. [Exit. Fri. L. The gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, And from her womb children of divers kind None but for some, and yet all different. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; In man as well as herbs, - grace and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father. Fri. L. Benedicite! What carly tongue so sweet saluteth me? Thou art up-rous'd by some distemperature; Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Rom. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Fri. L. That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me agen. I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Fri. L. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Rom. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine |