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Drawn with a team of little atomies*
+ A place in court.
And bakes the elf-locks* in foul sluttish hairs,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
True, I talk of dreams;
DESCRIPTION OF A BEAUTY.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'st ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
THE GARDEN SCENE.
Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. -
[Juliet appears above, ai a Window. But, soft, what light thro' yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! *i.e. Fairy locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
† An Ethiopian, a black.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
discourses, I will answer it.-
stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul.
Ah, me! Rom.
She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
* A votary to the moon, to Diana.
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz’d; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. [night,
Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom.
By a name I know not how to tell thee wlio I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. [words
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred 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.
* Owns, possesses.
+ Do off.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch
these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Therefore thy kinsmen are no let* to me.
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 met, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this
place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt meto 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, I would adventure for such merchandise. 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, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
* Hinderance. + Unless thou love me.