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By any other name would fmell as fweet.
Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreen'd in night,
So ftumbleft 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 yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee dislike.
The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb;
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe
For ftony limits cannot hold love out;
Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but fweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world, they faw thee here.
And but thou love me, let them find me here;
I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far
As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the fartheft sea,
Jul. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face,
Elfe would a maiden-blush bepaint my cheek
And therefore thou may'ft think my 'haviour light;
Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow,
7 coying to be strange.] For coying, the modern editions have cunning.
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewife variable. Rom. What fhall I swear by ?
Jul. Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom. If my true heart's love
ful. Well, do not fwear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden,
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied?
Jul. What fatisfaction can't thou have to-night? Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what pur pofe, love?
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
My bounty is as boundless as the fea,
I hear fome noife within. Dear love, adieu!
[Nurfe calls within. Anon, good nurse. Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.
Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid,
Re-enter Juliet above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night,
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;
I come, anon
I do beseech thee- [Within: Madam.] By and by,
To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I fend.
Rom. So thrive my foul,
ful. A thousand times, good night.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy
Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-boys from their
But love from love, tow'rds fchool with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this Taffel gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud;
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night, Like fofteft mufick to attending ears!
Rom. My Sweet!
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee?
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 ftand here 'till thou remember it.
Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee ftill stand there; Remembering how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
Rem. I would, I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would 1;
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet forrow,
That I fhall fay good-night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy
'Would I were fleep and peace, fo sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's clofe Cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.