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By any other name would smell as sweet.
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, bescreen'd in night,
So ftumbleft 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.
ful. 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 these
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;
As that vast shore, wash'd with the fartheft sea,
ful. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face,
Elfe would a maiden-blush bepaint my cheek
Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops
7 coying to be frange.] For coying, the modern editions have cunning.
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon,
Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,
Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not fwear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too fudden,
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied?
Jul. What fatisfaction can'ft 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. Wouldft thou withdraw it? for what pur pofe, love?
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
[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, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my love, throughout the world. [Within: Madam. -but if thou mean'ft not well, -[Within: Madam.] By and by,
I come, anon-
To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
Rom. So thrive
Jul. A thousand times, good night.
Rom. A thoufand times the worse, to want thy
Love goes tow'rd love, as fchool-boys from their books;
But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice,
Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
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 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 ftill ftay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone,
Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.
That I fhall fay good-night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
'Would I were fleep and peace, fo sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close Cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.