ACT II. Romeo, struck with the beauty and character of Juliet, forgets his "Rosaline." H disengages himself from Mercutio and Benvolio, and enters Capulet's garden, to see} an interview with Juliet. SCENE II.-Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. 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, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? What's in a name? that which we call a rose, ¡Aside. Retain that dear perfection which he owes, 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 bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. 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'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. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here: 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 wash'd with the furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou may'st think my❜havior light: Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ? 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 loveJul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? And yet I wish but for the thing I have : My bounty is as boundless as the sea, I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! 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. [Nurse calls within [Exit 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, 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,— Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come : To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief; Rom. So thrive my soul,- Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exr [Retiring slowly. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's voice, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name: Rom. Jul. I will not fail; At what o'clock to-morrow At the hour of nine. 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, Rememb'ring 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. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. Exit Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!- 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. Exit SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. Fri. The gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Benedicite! Fri. Doth couch his lims, there golden sleep doth reign. Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp❜rature, Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. |