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Ben. He came this way, and leapt this orchard wall. Call good Mercutio.

Mer. Call, nay Ile coniure too.

Romeo, madman, humors, paffion, liuer, appeare thou in likenes of a figh: fpeak but one rime and I am fatisfied, cry but ay me. Pronounce but loue and doue, fpeake to my goffip Venus one faire word, one nick name for her purblinde fonne and heire young Abraham: Cupid hee that fhot fo trim when young king Cophetua loued the begger wench. Hee heares me not. I coniure thee by Rofalindes bright eye, high forehead, and fcarlet lip, her prettie foote, ftraight leg, and quiuering thigh, and the demaines that there adiacent lie, that in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs.

Ben. If he doe heare thee thou wilt anger him.

Mer. Tut this cannot anger him, marrie if one shuld raise a fpirit in his miftris circle of some strange fashion, making it there to stand till fhe had laid it, and coniurde it downe, that were fome fpite. My inuocation is faire and honest, and in his miftris name I coniure onely but to raise vp him.

Ben. Well he hath hid himselfe amongst those trees,
To be conforted with the humerous night,
Blinde in his loue, and beft befits the darke.

Mer. If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke,
Now will he fit vnder a medler tree,

And with his miftris were that kinde of fruite,
As maides call medlers when they laugh alone.
Ah Romeo that fhe were, ah that she were
An open Et cætera, thou a poprin peare.
Romeo God night, il'e to my trundle bed:
This field bed is too cold for mee.

Come lets away, for tis but vaine,

To feeke him here that meanes not to be found.
Ro. He iefts at fcars that neuer felt a wound :
But foft, what light forth yonder window breakes?

It is the east, and Iuliet is the funne,

Arife faire funne, and kill the enuious moone
That is alreadie ficke, and pale with griefe:
That thou her maid, art far more faire than fhe.
Be not her maide fince she is enuious,
Her veftall liuerie is but pale and greene,

And none but fooles doe weare it, caft it off.
She fpeakes, but the fayes nothing.
Her eye difcourfeth, I will anfwere it.

I am too bold, tis not to me fhe speakes,
Two of the fairest starres in all the skies,
Hauing fome bufines, do entreat her eyes
To twinckle in their fpheares till they returne.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head,
The brightnes of her cheekes would fhame those stars:
As day-light doth a lampe, her eyes in heauen,
Would through the airie region streame so bright,
That birdes would fing, and thinke it were not night.
Oh now the leanes her cheekes vpon her hand,

What of that?

I would I were the gloue to that fame hand,
That I might kiffe that cheeke.

Iul. Ay me.

Rom. She fpeakes, oh fpeake againe bright angell :

For thou art as glorious to this night beeing ouer my head,
As is a winged messenger of heauen
Vnto the white vpturned woondring eyes,

Of mortals that fall backe to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lafie pacing cloudes,
And failes vpon the bosome of the aire.

Iul. Ah Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Denie thy father, and refuse thy name,

Or if thou wilt not be but fworne my loue,

And Il'e no longer be a Capulet.

Rom. Shall I heare more, or fhall I fpeake to this?



Iul. Tis but thy name that is mine enemie.
Whats Mountague? It is nor hand nor foote,
Nor arme, nor face, nor any other part.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would fmell as sweet
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cald,
Retaine the diuine perfection he owes :
Without that title Romeo part thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee,
Take all I haue.

Rom. I take thee at thy word,

Call me but loue, and Il'e be new baptifde,

Henceforth I neuer will be Romeo.

Iu. What man art thou, that thus beskrind in night, Doeft ftumble on my counfaile?

Ro. By a name I know not how to tell thee. My name deare faint is hatefull to my feife,

Because it is an enemie to thee.

Had I it written I would teare the word.

Iul. My eares haue not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongues vtterance, yet I know the found:
Art thou not Romeo and a Mountague?

Rom. Neyther faire faint, if eyther thee displease.
Iul. How camft thou hether, tell me and wherfore?
The orchard walles are high and hard to clime,
And the place death confidering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen finde thee here.

Ro. By loues light winges did I oreperch thefe wals,
For ftonie limits cannot hold loue out,
And what loue can doo, that dares loue attempt,
Therefore thy kinfmen are no let to me.

Iul. If they doe finde thee they will murder thee.
Rom. Alas there lies more perrill in thine eyes,

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Then twentie of their fwords, looke thou but fweete,
And I am proofe against their enmitie.

Iul. I would not for the world they fhuld find thee here.
Ro. I haue nights cloak to hide thee from their fight,
And but thou loue me let them finde me here:
For life were better ended by their hate,
Than death proroged wanting of thy loue.

Iul. By whofe directions foundft thou out this place.
Ro. By loue, who firft did prompt me to enquire,

I he gaue me counfaile and I lent him eyes.

I am no pilot yet wert thou as farre

As that vaft fhore, wafht with the furtheft fea,

I would aduenture for fuch marchandise.

Iul. Thou knowft the mafke of night is on my face,
Els would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeks:
For that which thou hafte heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme, faine faine denie,
What I haue fpoke: but farewell complements,
Doest thou loue me? Nay I know thou wilt say I,
And I will take thy word: but if thou swearst,
Thou maieft proue false :

At louer periuries they fay Ioue fmiles.

Ah gentle Romeo, if thou loue pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou thinke I am too eafely wonne,

Il'e frowne and fay thee nay and be peruerse,

So thou wilt wooe: but els not for the world,
In truth faire Mountague, I am too fond,

And therefore thou maieft thinke my hauiour light:
But trust me gentleman Ile proue more true,
Than they that haue more cunning to be strange.
I should haue bin ftrange I must confeffe,
But that thou ouer-heardst ere I was ware
My true loues paffion : therefore pardon me,


And not impute this yeelding to light loue,
Which the darke night hath so discouered.

Ro. By yonder bleffed moone I fweare,
That tips with filuer all these fruit trees tops.

Iul. O fweare not by the moone the vnconstant moone, That monthlie changeth in her circled orbe,

Leaft that thy loue proue likewise variable.

Ro. Now by

Iul. Nay doo not fweare at all,

Or if thou fweare, fweare by thy glorious felfe,
Which art the God of my idolatrie,

And Il'e beleeue thee.

Ro. If my true harts loue

Iul. Sweare not at al, though I doo ioy in thee,
I haue small ioy in this contract to night,
It is too rafh, too fodainé, too vnaduifde,

Too like the lightning that doth cease to bee
Ere one can say it lightens. I heare fome comming,
Deare loue adew, fweet Mountague be true,

Stay but a little and Il'e come againe.

Ro. O blessed blessed night, I feare being night,

All this is but a dreame I heare and fee,

Too flattering true to be fubftantiall.

Iul. Three wordes goode Romeo and good night indeed. If that thy bent of loue be honourable ?

Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to morrow

By one that Il'e procure to come to thee:

Where and what time thou wilt performe that right,

And al my fortunes at thy foote Il'e lay,

And follow thee my lord through out the world.

Ro. Loue goes toward loue like fchoole boyes from their


But loue from loue, to schoole with heauie lookes.


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