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The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, 1 It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
Ere one can say, it lightens. Sweet, good night! Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er- This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, perch these walls;
May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we For stony limits cannot hold love out:
[rest And what love can do, that dares love attempt : Good-night, good-night!-a sweet repose and Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? thee.
ree, Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine night? Than twenty of their swords; look thou but Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful And I am proof against their enmity. [sweet,
vow for mine.
[quest it: Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst rehere.
rtheir sight; And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what And, but thou love me, let them find me here; purpose, love? My life were better ended by their hate, Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. And yet I wish but for the thing I have : Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out My bounty is as boundless as the sea, this place?
[inquire; My love as deep; the more I give to thee Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to The more I have, for both are infinite He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I hear some noise within : dear love, adieu ! I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far
[Nurse calls within. As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, | Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. I would adventure for such merchandise. Stay but a little, I will come again. [Erit. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, my face;
All this is but a dream I hear and see; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, | Too Aattering sweet to be substantial. For that which thou hast heard me speak to
Re-enter Juliet above. night.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and goodFain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain deny night indeed. What I have spoke; but farewell, compliment! If that thy bent of love be honorable, [row, Dost thou love me? I know thou will say-Ay, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morAnd I will take thy word :-yet, if thou By one that I'll procure to come to thee, swear'st,
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries,
rite; They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
[Within: Madam!) I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, I come anon— But if thou mean'st not well, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. I do beseech thee Within : Madam!] By In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
and by, I comen And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: light:
To-morrow will I send. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true 1 Rom. So thrive my soul. Than those that have more cunning to be Jul. A thousand times good-night! [Exit. strange.
[fess, Rom. A thousand times the worse to want I should have been more strange, I must con thy light. But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,
Enter Juliet again. My true love's passion; therefore pardon me; Jul. Hist! Romeo! hist! O, for a falconAnd not impute this yielding to light love,
er's voice, Which the dark night hath so discovered. To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops- Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, Jul. O swear not by the moon, th'inconstant And make her airy tongue more hoarse than moon,
With repetition of my Romeo's name. (mine, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name : Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. How silver-sweetsound lovers' tongues by night, Rom. What shall I swear by?
Like softest music to attending ears!
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee? Rom. If my heart's dear love
Rom. At the hour of nine.
[then. Jul. Well, do not swear: altho' I joy in thee, Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till I have no joy of this contract to-night; I have forgot why F did call thee back
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remem-1 Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven ber it.
is here Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still Live here in heaven, and may look on her, forget,
But Romeo may not. More validity, . Forgetting any other home but this. [gone: More honorable state, more courtship lives
Jul. 'Tis alinost morning, I would have thee In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, But Romeo may not, he is banished ! knife, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Nosudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Rom. I would I were thy bird.
But-banished-to kill me; banished ? Jul. Sweet, so would I ;
O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, sorrow,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profest, That I shall say good-night, till it be morrow. To mangle me with that word-banishment ?
[Exit. Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak Love's Heralds.
[ment! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishWhich ten times faster glide than the sun-beams Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep offthat word; Driving back shadows over lowering hills : Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Rom. Yet banished ? Hang up philosophy! Violent Delights not lasting
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, These violent delights have violent ends, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, It helps not, it prevails not; talk no more. Which, as they kiss, consume.
Fri. O then I see that madmen have no cars. Lovers light of Foot.
Rom. How should they, when that wise 0, so light a foot
men have no eyes? Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
Tri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. A lover may bestride the gossamers,
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou That idle in the wanton summer air,
dost not feel : And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, A Lover's Impatience.
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Doting like me, and like me banished, To Phæbus' mansion, such a waggoner Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
tear thy hair, And bring in cloudy night immediately. And fall upon the ground, as I now, Spread thy close curtain, love-peforming night! Taking the measure of an unmade grave. That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Juliet's Chamber, looking to the Garden. Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen! | Enter Romeo and Juliet alove at a Window; Lorers can see to do their am'rous rites
a Ladder of Ropes sel. By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Jul. Wilt thou begone! it is not yet nearday: It best agrees with night.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Romeo, on his Banishment. [death: That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say | Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: For exile hath more terror in his look [ment. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Much more than death: do not say banish- / Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished : No nightingale : look, love, what envious Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. I streaks Rom. There is no world without Verona's Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: walls,
| Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; Hence banished, is banished from the world, I must be gone and live, or stay and die. And world's exile is death; then banishment Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I; Is death misterm'd: calling death banishment, It is some meteor that the sun exhales, Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
Fri. O deadly sin! ( rude unthankfulness ! | Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to prince,
death; Taking thy part, bath rush'd aside the law, I am content, so thou wilt have it so. And turn'd that black word death to banishinent: I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, This is dear mercy, and thou seest it noi. | Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Upon a rapier's point!-Stay, Tybalt, stay!
[She throws herself on the Bed.
Turn from their office to black funeral: O bid nie leap, rather than marry Paris, Our instruments, to melancholy bells; From off the battlements of yonder tower ; Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk | Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change : Where serpents are; chain me with roaring Our bridal flow'rs serve for a buried corse, Or shut me nightly in a charnel house ; [bears ; | And all things change them to the contrary. O'ercover'd quitewith dead men's ratiling bones, | Romeo's Description of, and Discourse with, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
the Apothecary. Or bid me go into a new-made grave, | Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud - Let's see for means:--- mischief! thou art Things that to hear them told have made me swift tremble;
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men. And I will do it without fear or doubt, I do remember an apothecaryTo live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. And hereabouts he dwells-whom late I noted
Juliet's Soliloquy on drinking the Potion. In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Farewell-God knows when we shall meet Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; I have a faint cold fear thrills thro' my veins, And in his needy shop a tortoise hang, That almost freezes up the heat of life: An alligator stuff'd, and other skins, I'll call them back again to comfort me. | Ofill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves Nurse! what should she do here?
A beggarly account of empty boxes, My dismal scene I needs must act alone: Green carthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Come, phial.- What if this mixture do not Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, work at all?
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show. Must I of force be married to the county? Noting this penury, to myself I said No, no! this shall forbid it-lie thou there. An if a man did need a poison now,
[Pointing to a dagger. Whose sale is present death in Mantua, What if it be a poison, which the friar Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. Subuly haih minister'd, to have me dead; 0, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor’d, And this same needy man must sell it me. Because he married me before to Romeo ? As I remember, this should be the house : I fear it is: and wet, methinks, it should not, | Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. For he hath still been tried a holy man: What, ho! apothecary! I will not entertain so bad a thought.
Enter Apothecary. How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
Ap. Who calls so loud? I wake before the time that Romeo
Rom. Come hither, man-I see that thoa Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
art poor; Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, fin, Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have Towhose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes A dram of poison, such soon-speeding geer, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? | As will disperse itself through all the veins, Or, if I live, is it not very like
That the life-weary taker may fall dead; The horrible conceit of death and night, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath Together with the terror of the place
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but ManOf all my buried ancestors are pack'd ;
tua's law Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Is death to any he that utters them. Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchAt some hours in the night spirits resort
edness, Alack! alack! is it not like that I
| And fearst to die? famine is in thy cheeks; So early waking-what with loathsome smells; Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes; And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery; That living mortals, hearing them, run mad- The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, The world affords no law to make thee nich; Invironed with all these hideous fears? | Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will And in this rage, with some great kinsman's Ap. Pui this in any liquid thing you will, bone,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength As with a club, dash out my desp'rate brains? Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. O look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison ta Secking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Doing more murders in this loathsome world | Here's to my love! O true apothecary !
- [Drinks the Poison. not sell:
Thy drugs are quick.–Thus with a kiss I die. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.. Farewell; 'buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Romeo and Paris.
$ 34. TIMON OF ATHENS. Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Mon
The Grace of a Cynic Philosopher.
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen! Amen! so fall to't, Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at Rich men sin, and I eat root. thee, boy. [They fight, Paris fulls.
A faithful Steward. Par. O, I am slain! if thou be merciful, So the gods bless me, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. When all our offices have been opprest Rom. In faith, I will :-let me peruse this With riotous feeders; when our vaults have face;
wept Mercutio's kiosman, noble County Paris. With drunken spilih of wine, when every foom What said my man, when my betossed soul Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with min. Did not attend him as we rode? I think
strelsy; He told me, Paris-should have married Juliet: I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
| And set mine eyes at flow. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
The Ingratitude of Timon's Friends. To think it was so 2-0, give me thy hand, They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! | That now they are at fall, want treasure, can Romeo's last Speech over Juliet in the Vault.
not O my love! my wife!
Do what they would ; are sorry—you are hoDeath, that hath suck'd the honey of thy norable breath,
But yet they could have wish'd—they know Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
not-but Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet Something hath been amissa noble nature Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, May catch a wrench-would all were wellAnd death's pale flag is not advanced there.
'tis pity Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? And, so, intending other serious matters, 0, what more favor can I do to thee,
After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, With certain half-caps, and cold moving nods, To sunder his that was thine enemy?
They froze me into silence. Forgive me, cousin !-Ab, dear Juliet!
Tim. You gods reward them ! Why art thou yet so fair ? shall I believe Pr’ythee, man, look cheerly: these old fellows Thai unsubstantial death is amorous;
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary: And that the lean, abhorred monster keeps Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom Áows; Thee here in dark to be his paramour ? | 'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; | And nature, as it grows again towards earth, And never from this palace of dim night Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy. Depart again; here, here, will I remain, (here
Against Duelling. With worins that are thy chambermaids--0, Your words have took such pains, as if they Will I set up my everlasting rest;
labor'd And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars To bring manslaughter into form, set quarFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your relling last!
Upon the head of valor; which, indeed, Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, you Is valor misbegot, and came into the world, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss When sects and factions were but newly born. A dateless bargain to engrossing death! - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer Come, bitter conduct! come, unsav'ry guide! The worst that man can breathe, and make Thou desp'rate pilot, now at once run on
[carelessly; The dashing rocks thy sea-sick, weary bark! His outsides; wear them, like his raiment,
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, And give them title, knce, and approbation, To bring it into danger.
With senators on the bench: this is it Without the Walls of Athens. | That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; Timon's Execrations on the Athenians. She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall, Would cast the gorgeat, this embalmsand spices That girdlest in those wolves! Dive in the earth, To the April day again. Come, damned earth, And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incon- | Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st - tinent !
odds Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools, Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, Do thy right nature. And minister in their steads! to general filths
Timon to Alcibiades. Convert o' the instant, green virginity!
Go on-here's gold-go on; Do't in your parents' eyes! Bankrupts, hold fast; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Rather than render back, out with your knives, Will o'er some high-vic'd city hang his poison And cut your trusters' throats! Bound servants, | In the sick air: let not thy sword skip one: steal!
Pity not honor'd age for his white beard; Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, He is an usurer. Strike me the counterfeit And pill by law! Maid, to thy master's bed;
matron ; Thy mistress is o'the brothel ! Son of sixteen, It is her habit only that is honest, Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire, Herself's a bawd.' Let not the virgin's cheek With it beat out his brains! Piety and fear, Make soft thy trenchant sword; for those milk Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
paps, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, That thro' the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Are not within the leaf of pity writ; Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, But set them down horrible traitors. Spare Decline to your confounding contraries, [men, not the babe,
(mercy. And yet confusion live ! - Plagues incident to | Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their Your potent and infectious fevers heap
Think it a bastard, whom the oracle On Athens, ripe forstroke!-Thoucold sciatica, Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt And mince it sans remorse. Swear against obAs lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty j ects; Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth; | Put armor on thine ears and on thine eyes, That'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains, babes, Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Be general leprosy! breath infect breath; Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy solThat their society, as their friendship, may
diers : Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee, | Make large confusion; and, thy fury spent, But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Confounded be thyself! speak not, begone.
To the Courtezans.
And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's Slink all away ; leave their false vows with | That he may never more false title plead, (voice, him,
Nor sound his quillets sbrilly : hoar the flamen, Like empty purses pick’d: and his poor self, That scolds against the quality of flesh, A dedicated beggar to the air,
And not believes himself: down with the nose, With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty, Down with it Aat; take the bridge quite away Walks, like contempt, alone.
Of him that, his particular to foresce,
Smells from the gen'ral weal: make curl'd.
pate ruffians bald, Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold! No, And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Derive some pain from you. Thus much of this will make black, white; ! Timon's Reflections on the Earth. foul, fair;
That nature, being sick of man's unkindnes, Wrong, right; basc, noble; old, young; Should yet be hungry! Common mother, thou, coward, valiant.
| Whose womb unineasurable, and inanite breast Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle gods? why this
Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is putt, Will lug your pricsts and servants from your Engenders ihe black toad, and adder blue, sides;
The gilded newt, and eyeless venom d woma, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their With all the abhorred births below crisphearen, heads :
Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine, This yellow slave
Yield him, who all thy buman sons doth hate, Will knit and break religions ; bless the ac- From forth thy plenteous bosom, one poor rool. curs'd;
| Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb ! Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man!