SCENE II.-Capulet's garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above, at a window, But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off It is my lady; O, it is my love: O, that she knew she werę !— She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: O. that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o er my head, Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside. Jul. "Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;— Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul, How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore. The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than 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. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, " Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandize. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke; But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say—Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by? Do not swear at all; Jul. And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear 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, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. [Nurse calls within. Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee my lord throughout the world: |