(Young Abraham* Cupid, he that fhot fo true, Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him, : 'twould anger him, To raife a fpirit in his mistrefs' circle, Of fome strange nature, letting it there stand Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar tree, And with his mistress were that kind of fruit Which maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.- Come, fhall we go? Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain To feek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. Rom. He jefts at fcars that never felt a wound. But, foft! what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears ahove, at a window. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, This probably was a name fupidly given to Cupid in the old bal Tad here referred to of King Cophetua and the beggar maid, Be Be not her maid, fince fhe is envious: I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. Jul. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or. if thou wilt not, be but fworn iny love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I speak at this ? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. [Afide. Take Take all myfelf. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd, Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreen'd in So ftumbleft on my counfel. Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. Had I it written, I would tear the word. [night, Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Tom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee diflike. Jul. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death; confidering who thou art, If any of my kinfmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch thefe For ftony limits cannot hold love out; [walls, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here; My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that firft did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counfel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore wath'd with the farthest sea, 'I would adventure for fuch merchandise. Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me fpeak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain, deny What What I have spoke-but farewel compliment ! I'll frown and be perverse, and fay thee Nay, Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th' inconftant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewife variable. Rom, What shall I swear by? Jul. Do not fwear at all; Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my true heart's love Jul. Well, do not fwear-although I joy in thee; It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied? mine. C2 Ful.. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would't thou withdraw it? for what purpose love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, I hear fome noife within; dear love, adieu! [Nurfe calls within. Anon, good nurse. Sweet Montague, be true: Too flattering fweet to be substantial. Re-enter Juliet above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night inIf that thy bent of love be honourable, [deed. Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my love, throughout the world. [Within, Madam. 1 come, anon - but if thou mean't not well, I do befeech thee-Within, Madam.] By and by, I come To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I fend. Rom. So thrive my foul, ful. A thoufand times good night. [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as fchoolboys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds fchool with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hit! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this taffel gentle back again Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud; |