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Of one I danced withal.
[one calls within, Juliet.') Nurse.
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
gapes to be his heir; That fair, for which love groan'd for, and would
die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ; But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful
hooks : Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved
where : But passion lends them power, time means to
meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Erit.
ACT I I.
An open place, adjoining Capulet's garden.
Ro. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
[he climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo ! my cousin Romeo !
He is wise ;
Nay, I'll conjure too.-
1 In allusion to the old ballad of the king and the beggar.
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjured it down; That were some spite : my invocation Is fair and honest; and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those
trees, To be consorted with the humorous ? night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.0, Romeo, that she were, ah, that she were An open et cætera, thou a poprin pear ! Romeo, good night:-I'll to my truckle-bed ; 3 This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
1 This word, in Shakspeare's time, was used as an expression of tenderness. 2 For humid.
3 A bed that runs on wheels.
Come, shall we go?
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
Ro. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
[Juliet appears above, at a window. But, soft! what light through yonder window
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
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 wondering 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. Ju. 0 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. Ro. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?
[aside. Ju. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy : Thou art thyself 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 some other name ! 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 call'd,