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Re-enter JULIET, above. Ju. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night

indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, 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,

Nurse. [within.] Madam.

Ju. I come, anon :--but if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee,

Nurse. [within.] Madam.
Ju.

By and by I come :-
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief :
To-morrow will I send.
Ro.

So thrive my soul,
Ju. A thousand times good night! [Exit.
Ro. 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.

[retiring slowly.

Re-enter JULIET, above.
Ju. Hist! Romeo, hist!—0, for a falconer's

voice,

SHAK

ΧΙΙΙ.

To lure this tassel-gentle 1 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
With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Ro. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears !

Ju. Romeo !
Ro. Madam!
Ju.

At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
Ro.

At the hour of nine.
Ju. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Ro. Let me stand here till thou remember it.

Ju. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.

Ro. And I 'll still stay, to have thee still forget;
Forgetting any other home but this.
Ju. 'Tis almost morning: I would have thee

gone;
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird ;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 2
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Ro. I would, I were thy bird.

1 The male of the gosshawk.

? Fetters.

Ju.

Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet

sorrow, That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow.

[Erit. Ro. 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. [Exit.

SCENE III.

Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket. F. Lau. The gray-eyed morn smiles on the

frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked 1 darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path, and Titan's ? fiery wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb :

Spotted, streaked.

2 The sun's.

And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and medicine power :
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each

part;
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed foes encamp them still
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.

Ro. Good morrow, father!
F. Lau.

Benedicite !
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye;
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie:

But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth

reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art uproused by some distemperature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right;— Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Ro. That last is true, the sweeter rest was

mine. F. Lau. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosa

line? Ro. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. F. Lau. That's my good son: but where hast

thou been then ? Ro. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again : I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, That 's by me wounded : both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. F. Lau. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy

drift: Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.1 Ro. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is

set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:

i Absolution.

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