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Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
What's in a name? that which we call a rose,
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Jul. What man art thou that thus bescreen d in night
Rom. By a name
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Rom. Neither, fair saint, it either thee displease.
Jul. How cam'lt thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, confidering who thou art, If any of my
kinsinen find thee here.
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
(5) With, &c.]Which when th' arch felon law,
Due entrance he disdain'd, and in contempt,
Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet,
Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Ful. By whose direction found'it thou out this place ?
Rom. By love, that 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 vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest fea, I would adventure for such merchandize.
Juliet. Thou know'st the majk of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint iny 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 farewel compliment : Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay, And I will take thy word-yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; (6) at lover's perjuries They say fove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo, If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully! Or if thou think I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world. In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayit think my 'haviour light:
(6) At lovers, &c.] This, as Mr. Theobald has obferved, our author probably borrowed either from Ovid or Tibullus.
Jupiter ex alto perjuria ridut amantum.
Ovid. de art. ametiko
Tibul. I. 3. C. 70
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
Jul. O swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
Rom. What shall I swear by?
Jul. Do not swear at all.
Rom. If my true heart's love
thee mine before thou didst request it :
(7) See Midsummer Night's Dream, p. 209,
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
(Nurse calls within. Anon, good nurse-Sweet Mountague, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit. Rom. O blefied, blessed night. I am afraid All this is but a dream I hear and see; Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
Re-enter Juliet above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night in.
[Within: Madam. I come anon--but if thou mean'ít nor well, I do beseech thee- [Within : Madam.] By and by I
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
foul. 7ul. A thousand times good-night.
[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falkner's voice,
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 then, I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rom. Let me stand here till thou reinember'it.
Jul. I shall forget to have thee itill stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee still forzet, Forgetting any other hoine but this.
Jul. 'Tis almost morning I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in its twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night. Parting is fuch sweet forrow, That I thall say good-night till it be morrow.
SCENE V. Love's Heralds.
Love's heralds should be thoughts,