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To lure this tassel-gentle 1 back again !
Ro. It is my soul, that calls upon my name :
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 :
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
pray, That thou consent to marry us this day. F. Lau. Holy saint Francis! what a change is
here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste ! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears ; Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears : Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet. If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline : And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence
Women may fall, when there 's no strength in men.
Ro. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
Not in a grave,
Ro. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;