Anon, good nurse Sweet Mountague be true: Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night. I am afraid Too flattering sweet to be substantial. Re-enter Juliet above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed: Thy purpose marriage, fend me word to-morrow, I come, anon ----- but if thou mean'ft not well, [Exit. [Within: Madam. I do beseech thee -----[Within: Madam.] By and by I come Rom. So thrive my soul. ful. A thousand times good night. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes tow'rd love, as school-boys from their books, But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, Bondage is hoarfe and may not speak aloud, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, [Exit. How How filver-fweet found lovers tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears! Jul. Romeo! Rom. My fweet! Jul. At what a clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. By the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then, I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this, h Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a Wanton's bird, < That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves ‹ And with a filk thread plucks it back again, Rom. I would I were thy bird. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is fuch fweet forrow, That I fhall fay good-night 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast, Would I were fleep and peace, fo sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghoftly friar's close cell, [Exit. M m 2 h name, SCENE * Fri. TH SCENE IV. A Monaftery. Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket. HE grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And darkness flecker'd like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels. The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. And vice sometime by action dignified. Thefe four first lines are here replaced, conformably to the firft edition; where fuch a defcription is much more proper than in the mouth of Romeo just before, when be was full of nothing but the thoughts of his mistress. iRevolts from true birth, ftumbling on abuse. Within the infant rind of this small flower In man, as well as herbs; Grace, and rude Will: Full foon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter Romeo. Rom. Good-morrow, father. Fri. Benedicite. What early tongue fo fweet falutes mine ear? Thou art up-rouz'd by some diftemp'rature; Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Fri. That's my good fon: but where haft thou been then? I have been feasting with mine enemy, I I bear no hatred, bleffed man, for lo My interceffion likewise steads my foe. Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; Ridling confeffion finds but ridling thrift. Rom. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is fet On the fair daughter of rich Capulet ; As mine on hers, fo hers is set on mine, And all combin❜d, fave what thou must combine Fri. Holy faint Francis, what a change is here? Hath washt thy fallow cheeks for Rofaline? Fri. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have.. |