Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, O, that I were a glove upon that hand, Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Ro meo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : 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 ;- What's in a name? that which we call a rose, Take all myself. 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 : 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. fóre? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out : 4 Owns, possesses. 5 Do off. Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; 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, Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Hinderance. 7 Unless thou love me. So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world: In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'st think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.9 I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was ware, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ? Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, 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: 3 Behaviour. 9 Shy. Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 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 pur pose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have : [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! 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, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; |