As is a winged meffenger of heauen Iuli. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Or if thou wilt not, be but fworne my loue, And Ile no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I heare more, or fhall I fpeake at this? What's in a name that which we call a rofe, Ro. I take thee at thy word: Call me but loue, and Ile be new baptizde, Hence forth I neuer will be Romeo. Iuli. What man art thou, that thus befcreend in night So stumbleft on my counsell? Ro. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare faint, is hatefull to my felfe, Because it is an enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word. Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague? Rom. Rom. Neither faire maide, if either thee diflike. lu. How cameft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? Ro. With loues light wings did I oreperch thefe walls, And what loue can do, that dares loue attempt: Iu. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. Iu. I would not for the world they faw thee here. Juli. By whofe direction foundst thou out this place? I am no pylot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore wafhet with the fartheft fea, I fhould aduenture for fuch marchandise. Iuli. Thou knoweft the maske of night is on my face, Or Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne, And therefore thou maieft thinke my behauiour light, Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moone I vow, Iuli. Do not fweare at all: Or if thou wilt fweare by thy gratious felfe, And Ile beleeue thee. Ro. If my hearts deare loue. Iu. Well doe not fweare, although I ioy in thee: I haue no ioy of this contract to night, It is too rash, too vnaduifde, too fudden, Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to bee, Ro. O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfied? *baue more. tloues. Ju. Iu. What fatisfaction canst thou haue to night? Ro. Wouldst thou withdraw it, for what purpose loue? Ro. O bleffed bleffed night, I am afeard Being in night, all this is but a dreame, Too flattering fweet to be fubftantiall. Iu. Three words deare Romeo, and good night indeed, If that thy bent of loue be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to morrow, Where and what time thou wilt performe the right, And follow thee my L § throughout the world. Madam. I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well, Madam. I doe befeech thee (by and by I come) To ceafe thy ftrife and leaue me to my griefe, To morrow will I fend. Ro. So thriue my foule. Iu. A thoufand times good night. Ro. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light ‡ Loue goes toward loue as fchoole boyes from their bookes. But loue from loue, toward fchoole with heauy lookes. rites. & love. + fuit. +fight. Enter Enter Iuliet againe. Iu. Hift Romeo hift, O for a falkners voice, Ro. It is my foule ‡ that calls vpon my name. Iu. Romeo. Rom. My neece. § Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I fend to thee? Ro. By the houre of nine. Juli. I will not faile, tis twenty yeares till then, I haue forgot why I did call thee backe. Ro. Let me ftand here till thou remember it. Iuli. I fhall forget, to haue the still stand there, Remembring how I loue thy company. Ro. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Iuli. Tis almoft morning, I would haue thee gone, That lets it hop a little from his hand, And with a filken thred plucks it backe againe, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Iu. Sweet fo would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing: Good night, good night. |