Of one I danced withal. Nurse. [one calls within, Juliet.'] Anon, anon: Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; [Exeunt. 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 any where : But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. An open place, adjoining Capulet's garden. Enter ROMEO. 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; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.— In allusion to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. 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 Is fair and honest; and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among trees, To be consorted with the humorous 2 night: those 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.— 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 ? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's garden. Enter ROMEO. Ro. 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; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it: cast it off. 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: stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Ju. Ro. Ah me! She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Ju. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: art thou 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, |