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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.
By and by I come :-
So thrive my soul,
light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their
books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Re-enter JULIET, above.
To lure this tassel-gentle 1 back again!
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 !
At what o'clock to-morrow
At the hour of nine.
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;
Ro. I would, I were thy bird.
1 The male of the gosshawk.
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.
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 :
2 The sun's.
And from her womb children of divers kind
Ro. Good morrow, father!
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: