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As is a winged meffenger of heauen
Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes.
Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazie puffing cloudes,
And failes vpon the bosome of the ayre.

Iuli. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Denie thy father and refuse thy name :

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?
Juli. Tis but thy name that is my enemy :
Thou art thy felfe, though not a Mountague,
Whats Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote,
Nor arme nor face, O be fome other name
Belonging to a man.

What's in a name that which we call a rofe,
By any other word would fmell as fwecte,
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cald,
Retaine that deare perfection which he owes,
Without that title, Romeo doffe thy name,
And for thy name which is no part of thee,
Take all my felfe.

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?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climbe,
And the place death, confidering who thou art
If any of my kinfimen find thee here.

Ro. With loues light wings did I oreperch thefe walls,
For ftony limits cannot hold loue out,

And what loue can do, that dares loue attempt:
Therefore thy kinsmen are no ftop to me.

Iu. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee.
Ro. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their fwords, looke thou but fweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.

Iu. I would not for the world they faw thee here.
Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes.
And but thou loue me, let them find me here
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy loue.

Juli. By whofe direction foundst thou out this place?
Ro. By loue that firft did promp me to enquire,
He lent me counfell, and I lent him eyes:

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,
Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeke,
For that which thou haft heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie
What I haue fpoke, but farewell complement.
Doeft thou loue me? I know thou wilt fay I :
And I will take thy word, yet if thou fwearst,
Thou maicft proue falfe, at louers periuries
They fay Ioue laughs, oh gentle Romes,
If thou doft loue pronounce it faithfully:

Or

Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Ile frowne and be peruerfe, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt wooe, but elfe not for the world.
In truth faire Mountague I am too fond :

And therefore thou maieft thinke my behauiour light,
But trust me gentleman, Ile proue more true,
Then those that haue* coying to be strange,
I should haue beene more ftrange, I muft confeffe,
But that thou ouer heard ft ere I was ware
My true loue + paffion, therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yeelding to light loue,
Which the darke night hath so discouered.

Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moone I vow,
That tips with filuer all thefe fruite tree tops.
Iu. O fweare not by the moone th'inconftant moone,
That monethly changes in her circled orbe,
Least that thy loue proue likewise variable.
Rom. What fhall I sweare by?

Iuli. Do not fweare at all:

Or if thou wilt fweare by thy gratious felfe,
Which is the god of my idolatry,

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,
Ere, one can fay, it lightens, fweete good night:
This bud of loue by fummers ripening breath,
May proue a beautious flower when next we meete,
Goodnight, goodnight, as fweete repofe and reft,
Come to thy heart, as that within my breft.

Ro. O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfied?

*baue more.

tloues.

Ju.

Iu. What fatisfaction canst thou haue to night?
Ro. Th' exchange of thy loues faithfull vow for mine.
Iu. I gaue thee mine defore thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to giue againe.

Ro. Wouldst thou withdraw it, for what purpose loue?
Iu. But to be franke and giue it thee againe,
And yet I wish but for the thing I haue,
My bounty is as boundleffe as the fea,
My loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee
The more I haue, for both are infinite:
I heare fome noyfe within, deare loue adue :
Anon good nurfe, fweete Mountague be true:
Stay but a little, I will come againe.

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,
By one that Ile procure to come to thee,

Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,
And all my fortunes at thy foote Ile lay,

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,
To lure this taffel gentle backe againe,
Bondage is hoarfe, and may not fpeake aloude,
Elfe would I teare the caue where eccho lies,
And make her ayry tongue more hoarfe, then*
With repetition of my Romeo.

Ro. It is my foule ‡ that calls vpon my name.
How filuer fweet, found louers tongues by night,
Like fofteft muficke to attending eares.

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,
And yet no farther then a wantons bird,

That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poore prifoner in his twifted giues.

And with a filken thred plucks it backe againe,
So louing iealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Iu. Sweet fo would I,

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:

Good night, good night.

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