Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [Juliet appears above at a window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: O, that I were a glove upon that hand, Jul. Rom. Ay me! She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy, name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. [Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is not hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou that thus bescreened in night So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? Owes: owns The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face; For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Jul. O, swear not by the mocn, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love— Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Rom. Jul. I The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, And follow thee my lord throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon.-But if thou mean'st not well, Nurse. [Within.] Madam! Jul. By and by, I come: To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Frank: generous |