Ben. He came this way, and leapt this orchard wall. Call good Mercutio. Mer. Call, Ile coniure too. nay Romeo, madman, humors, passion, 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 Rafalindes bright eye, high forehead, and fcarlet lip, her prettie foote, straight leg, and quiuering thigh, and the demaines that there adiacent lie, that in thy likeneffe 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 fome ftrange fashion, making it there to stand till fhe had laid it, and coniurde it downe, that were fome spite. 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 thofe trees, To be conforted with the humerous night, Blinde in his loue, and best 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, Come lets away, for tis but vaine, To feeke him here that meanes not to be found. It It is the east, and Iuliet is the funne, Her vestall liuerie is but pale and greene, 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 : 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 bofome 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 speake to this? Iul. Tis but thy name that is mine enemie. And for that name which is no part Rom. I take thee at thy word, of thee, 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, Doest stumble on my counfaile? Ro. By a name I know not how to tell thee. My name deare faint is hatefull to my selfe, 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 Rom. Neyther faire faint, if eyther thee displease. If any 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, Iul. If they doe finde thee they will murder thee. Then Then twentie of their fwords, looke thou but fweete, Iul. I would not for the world they fhuld find thee here. Than death proroged wanting of thy loue. Iul. By whofe directions foundft thou out this place. I am no pilot yet wert thou as farre As that vast shore, wafht with the furtheft fea, I would aduenture for fuch marchandise. Iul. Thou knowft the mafke of night is on my face, At louer periuries they fay Ioue fmiles. Ah gentle Romeo, if thou loue pronounce it faithfully: Il'e frowne and fay thee nay and be peruerse, So thou wilt wooe: but els not for the world, And therefore thou maieft thinke my hauiour light: And And not impute this yeelding to light loue, Ro. By yonder blessed moone I sweare, Iul. O fweare not by the moone the vnconftant 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 rash, too fodainé, too vnaduisde, Too like the lightning that doth cease to bee Stay but a little and Il'e come againe. Ro. O bleffed 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 bookes, But loue from loue, to fchoole with heauie lookes. lul. |