794795Ro. He ieasts at scarres that neuer felt a wound,

795796But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

796797It is the East, and Iuliet is the Sun.

797798Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,

798799Who is alreadie sicke and pale with greefe,

799800That thou her maide art far more faire then she:

800801Be not her maide since she is enuious,

801802Her vestall liuery is but sicke and greene,

802803And none but fooles do weare it, cast it off:

803804It is my Lady,ô it is my loue,ô that she knew she wer,

804805She speakes, yet she saies nothing, what of that?

805806Her eye discourses, I will answere it:

806807I am too bold, tis not to me she speakes:

807808Two of the fairest starres in all the heauen,

808809Hauing some busines to entreate her eyes,

809810To twinckle in their spheres till they returne.

810811What if her eyes were there, they in her head,

811812The brightnesse of her cheek wold shame those stars,

812813As day-light doth a lampe, her eye in heauen,

813814Would through the ayrie region streame so bright,

814815That birds would sing, and thinke it were not night:

815816See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.

816817O that I were a gloue vpon that hand,

817818That I might touch that cheeke.

818819Iu. Ay me.

819820Ro. She speakes.

820821Oh speake againe bright Angel, for thou art

821822As glorious to this night being ore my head,

822823As is a winged messenger of heauen

823824Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes,

824825Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,

825826When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,

826827And sayles vpon the bosome of the ayre.

827828Iuli. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

828829Denie thy father and refuse thy name:

829830Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne my loue,

830831And ile no longer be a Capulet.

831832Ro. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this?

832833Iu. Tis but thy name that is my enemie:

833834Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague,

834835Whats Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote,

D 2 Nor

835836Nor arme nor face, ô be some other name

836837Belonging to a man.

837838Whats in a name that which we call a rose,

838839By any other word would smell as sweete,

839840So Romeo would wene he not Romeo cald,

840841Retaine that deare perfection which he owes,

841842Without that tytle, Romeo doffe thy name,

842843And for thy name which is no part of thee,

843844Take all my selfe.

844845Ro. I take thee at thy word:

845846Call me but loue, and Ile be new baptizde,

846847Henceforth I neuer will be Romeo.

847848 Iuli. What man art thou, that thus beschreend in (night

848849So stumblest on my counsell?

849850 Ro. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I (am:

851851My name deare saint, is hatefull to my selfe,

852852Because it is an enemie to thee,

853853Had I it written, I would teare the word.

854854 Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunk a hundred words

855855Of thy tongus vttering, yet I know the sound.

856856Art thou not Romeo, and a Mountague?

857857Ro. Neither faire maide, if either thee dislike.

858858 Iuli. How camest thou hither, tel me, and wherfore?

860859The Orchard walls are high and hard to climbe,

861860And the place death, considering who thou art,

862861If any of my kismen find thee here.

863862 Ro. With loues light wings did I orepearch these (walls,

865863For stonie limits cannot hold loue out,

866864And what loue can do, that dares loue attempt:

867865Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

868866Iu. If they do see thee, they will murther thee.

869867Ro. Alack there lies more perill in thine eye,

870868Then twentie of their swords, looke thou but sweete,

871869And I am proofe against their enmitie.

872870 Iuli. I would not for the world they saw thee here.

873871 Ro. I haue nights cloake to hide me frō their eies,

874872And but thou loue me, let them finde me here,

875873My life were better ended by their hate,

876874Then death proroged wanting of thy loue.

877875 Iu. By whose direction foundst thou out this place?

878876Ro. By loue that first did promp me to enquire,

879877He lent me counsell, and I lent him eyes:

880878I am no Pylat, yet wert thou as farre

881879As that vast shore washeth with the farthest sea,

882880I should aduenture for such marchandise.

883881 Iu. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,

884882Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeke,

885883For that which thou hast heard me speake to night,

886884Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie

887885What I haue spoke, but farwell complement.

888886Doest thou loue me? I know thou wilt say I:

889887And I will take thy word, yet if thou swearst,

890888Thou maiest proue false at louers periuries.

891889They say Ioue laughes, oh gentle Romeo,

892890If thou dost loue, pronounce it faithfully:

893891Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,

894892Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay,

895893So thou wilt wooe, but else not for the world,

896894In truth faire Montague I am too fond:

897895And therefore thou maiest think my behauior light,

898896But trust me gentleman, ile proue more true,

899897Then those that haue coying to be strange,

900898I should haue bene more strange, I must confesse,

901899But that thou ouerheardst ere I was ware,

902900My truloue passion, therefore pardon me,

903901And not impute this yeelding to light loue,

904902Which the darke night hath so discouered.

905903Ro. Lady, by yonder blessed Moone I vow,

906904That tips with siluer all these frute tree tops.

907905 Iu. O swear not by the moone th'inconstant moone,

908906That monethly changes in her circle orbe,

D 3 Least

909907Least that thy loue proue likewise variable.

910908Ro. What shall I sweare by?

911909Iu. Do not sweare at all:

912910Or if thou wilt, sweare by thy gracious selfe,

913911Which is the god of my Idolatrie,

914912And Ile beleeue thee.

915913Ro. If my hearts deare loue.

916914Iu. Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee:

917915I haue no ioy of this contract to night,

918916It is too rash, too vnaduisd, too sudden,

919917Too like the lightning which doth cease to bee,

920918Ere one can say, it lightens, sweete goodnight:

921919This bud of loue by Sommers ripening breath,

922920May proue a bewtious floure when next we meete,

923921Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete repose and rest,

924922Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.

925923Ro. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?

926924Iuli. What satisfaction canst thou haue to night?

927925 Ro. Th'exchange of thy loues faithful vow for mine.

928926Iu. I gaue thee mine before thou didst request it:

929927And yet I would it were to giue againe.

930928 Ro. Woldst thou withdraw it, for what purpose loue?

932929Iu. But to be franke and giue it thee againe,

933930And yet I wish but for the thing I haue,

934931My bountie is as boundlesse as the sea,

935932My loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee

936933The more I haue, for both are infinite:

937934I heare some noyse within, deare loue adue:

939935Anon good nurse, sweete Mountague be true:

940936Stay but a little, I will come againe.

941937Ro. O blessed blessed night, I am afeard

942938Being in night, all this is but a dreame,

943939Too flattering sweete to be substantiall.

944940 Iu. Three words deare Romeo, & goodnight indeed,

946941If that thy bent of loue be honourable,

947942Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow,

948943By one that ile procure to come to thee,

949944Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,

950945And all my fortunes at thy foote ile lay,

951946And follow thee my L. throughout the world. Madam.

953947I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well,

954948I do beseech thee (by and by I come) Madam.

956949To cease thy strife, and leaue me to my griefe,

957950To morrow will I send.

958951Ro. So thriue my soule.

959952Iu. A thousand times goodnight.

960953Ro. A thousand times the worse to want thy light,

961954Loue goes toward loue as schooleboyes from their bookes,

962955But loue from loue, toward schoole with heauie lookes.

964957Iuli. Hist Romeo hist, ô for a falkners voyce,

965958To lure this Tassel gentle back againe,

966959Bondage is hoarse, and may not speake aloude,

967960Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,

968961And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse, then

969962With repetition of my Romeo.

970963Ro. It is my soule that calls vpon my name.

971964How siluer sweete, sound louers tongues by night,

972965Like softest musicke to attending eares.

973966Iu. Romeo.

974967Ro. My Neece.

975968Iu. What a clocke to morrow

976969Shall I send to thee?

977970Ro. By the houre of nine.

978971Iu. I will not faile, tis twentie yeare till then,

979972I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.

980973Ro. Let me stand here till thou remember it.

981974Iu. I shall forget to haue thee still stand there,

982975Remembring how I loue thy companie.

983976Ro. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget,

984977Forgetting any other home but this.

985978Iu. Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,

986979And yet no farther then a wantons bird,

987980That lets it hop a litle from his hand,

988981Like a poore prisoner in his twisted giues,

989982And with a silken threed, plucks it backe againe,

990983So louing Iealous of his libertie.

991984Ro. I would I were thy bird.

992985Iu. Sweete so would I,

993986Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:

994987Good night, good night.

995988Parting is such sweete sorrow,

996989That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

997990 Iu. Sleep dwel vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.

998991Ro. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest

999992The grey eyde morne smiles on the frowning night,

1000993Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streaks of light,

1001994And darknesse fleckted like a drunkard reeles,

1002995From forth daies pathway, made by Tytans wheeles.

1003996Hence will I to my ghostly Friers close cell,

1004997His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.