Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out : And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Jul. I would not for the world they saw 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 whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, that 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 wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou knows't the mask of night is on my face; I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,' Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Jul. O swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon 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, It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Rom. O! wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again; I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu! [Nurse calls within. [Exit. Anon, good nurse! - Sweet Montague, be true. Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, If that thy bent of love be honourable, indeed, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee my lord throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon.— But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by; I come. To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Rom. Jul. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Retiring. Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tercel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; 139 Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: Jul. Romeo! By the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail: 't is twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it. Jul. I shall forget to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Sweet, so would I : [Exit. Good night, good night: parting is such sweet sorrow, Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! [Exit. SCENE III. Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. None but for some, and yet all different. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Within the infant rind of this weak flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. |