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Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
eye, Then twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire,
Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moun, I vow,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not swear-although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,
Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again.
Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
Jul. But, to be frank, and give it thee again.
My love, as deep ;-the more I give to thee,
I hear some noise within ;-dear love, adieu !—
Jul. Anon, good Nurse
-Sweet Montague, be
Stay but a little, I will come again.
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid,
Enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, in
deed : If that thy bent of love be honourable, 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 love, throughout the world.
Nurse. [Within.] Madam !
Jul. I come, anon- -but if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee
Nurse. [Within.] Madam!
Jul. By and by, I come
Rom. So thrive my soul.
[Erit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Enter JULIET. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falc'ner's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back againBondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her angry tongue more hoarse than miner With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my love, that calls upon my name.
Jul. Romeo !
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Rom. By the hour of nine.
Jul. I will not fail—'tis twenty years till thenI have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll stay here, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone, And yet not farther than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, And with a silk thread pulls it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, so would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sor
row, That I shall say, good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit.
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest !
Enter FRIAR Lawrence, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning
night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheat, and night's dank dew to dry, I must fill up this osier cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious juiced flowers. O mickle is the powerful grase that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
For naught so vile, that on the earth doth live,
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again:
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.