Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

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What's in a name? that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title; Romeo, quit thy name,
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
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
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

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 Mountague ?

Rom. Neither, fair saint, it either thee displease.

Jul. How cam'lt 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

kinsinen find thee here.
Rom. (5) 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 stop to me.

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Rom. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye,

Than

(5) With, &c.]Which when th' arch felon law,

Due entrance he disdain'd, and in contempt,
At one flight bound, high over- eap'd all bounds
Of hill, or highest wall, and Theer within
lig'its on his feet. See Parad. Loft. B. iv. V. 179.

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.
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their

eye.
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.

Ful. By whose direction found'it 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 vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest fea, I would adventure for such merchandize.

Juliet. Thou know'st the majk of night is on my face, Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint iny cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night; Fain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain deny What I have spoke--but farewel compliment : Doft thou love me? I know thou wilt say, ay, And I will take thy word-yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; (6) at lover's perjuries They say fove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo, If thou doft love, pronounce it faithfully! Or if thou think I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world. In truth, fair Mountague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayit think my 'haviour light:

But

(6) At lovers, &c.] This, as Mr. Theobald has obferved, our author probably borrowed either from Ovid or Tibullus.

Jupiter ex alto perjuria ridut amantum.
At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs.

Ovid. de art. ametiko
-Perjuria ridet amantum
Jupiter, & ventos irrita ferre jubet.

Tibul. I. 3. C. 70
At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs away,
And bids the winds the idle tales convey,

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheardst, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's paffion; therefore pardon me
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath lo discovered.

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops-

Jul. O swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb;
Left 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,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not swear-altho' I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night ;
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,
(7) Too like the lightning which doth cease to be,
Ere one can say it lightens_sweet, go: d-night.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet :
Good-night, good-night--as fweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my

breast.
Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unfatisfy’d?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for

mine.
gave

thee mine before thou didst request it :
And yet I would it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose,

love?
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And
yet
I wish but for the thing I have;

My

Jul. I

(7) See Midsummer Night's Dream, p. 209,

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear fome noise within, dear love, adieu.

(Nurse calls within. Anon, good nurse-Sweet Mountague, be true : Stay but a little, I will come again.

[Exit. Rom. O blefied, blessed night. I am afraid All this is but a dream I hear and see; Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Re-enter Juliet above.

Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night in.

deed :
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perforın the rite ;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.

[Within: Madam. I come anon--but if thou mean'ít nor well, I do beseech thee- [Within : Madam.] By and by I

come

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I send.
Rom. So thrive

my

foul. 7ul. A thousand times good-night.

[Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light.

Enter Juliet again.

Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falkner's voice,
To lure this taffel gentle back again---
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Elle would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.

Rom.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name,
How filver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like foftest music to attending ears !

Jul. Romeo !
Rom. My sweet!

Jul. At what o'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 stand here till thou reinember'it.

Jul. I shall forget to have thee itill stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee still forzet, Forgetting any other hoine but this.

Jul. 'Tis almost 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 its twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night. Parting is fuch sweet forrow, That I thall say good-night till it be morrow.

[Exit,

SCENE V. Love's Heralds.

Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-beams.
Driving back shadows over lowring hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

SCENE