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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,
Mer. If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke,
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 is the east, and Iuliet is the funne,
Arife faire funne, and kill the enuious moone
And none but fooles doe weare it, caft it off.
I am too bold, tis not to me fhe speakes,
What of that?
I would I were the gloue to that fame hand,
Iul. Ay me.
Rom. She fpeakes, oh fpeake againe bright angell :
For thou art as glorious to this night beeing ouer my head,
Of mortals that fall backe to gaze on him,
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.
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
Rom. Neyther faire faint, if eyther thee displease.
Ro. By loues light winges did I oreperch thefe wals,
Iul. If they doe finde thee they will murder thee.
Then twentie of their fwords, looke thou but fweete,
Iul. I would not for the world they fhuld find thee here.
Iul. By whofe directions foundft thou out this place.
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,
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 not impute this yeelding to light loue,
Ro. By yonder bleffed moone I fweare,
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,
And Il'e beleeue thee.
Ro. If my true harts loue
Iul. Sweare not at al, though I doo ioy in thee,
Too like the lightning that doth cease to bee
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.