By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 't would anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous a night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Aud wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 't is in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. 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, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid,b since she is envious; a Humorous, dewy,--vaporous. b Be not a votary to Diana. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 't is not to me she speaks : That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; 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? Jul. T is but thy name that is my enemy;-~ a Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. [Aside. a Juliet places his personal qualities in opposition to what she thought evil of his family. What's Montague? it is nor hand nor foot, 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. Had I it written I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. The orchard walls are high and hard to climb; 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 stop to me. Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. a Dislike-displease. 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. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes; And, but thou love me,a let them find me here: 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 know'st the mask of night is on my face; a But thou love me.-So thou do but love me. And not impute this yielding to light love, 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. 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? Jul. I 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. [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! |