Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come: To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. Rom. So thrive my soul, [Exit. Jul. A thousand times good night! light. Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle3 back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears! 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 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: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sor row, 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 grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; 5 Chance, fortune. 4 Fetters, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's" wheels: None but for some, and yet all different. 8 O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Two such opposed foes encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. 6 Spotted, streaked. 7 The sun. 8 yirtue. E 2 Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?— Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. been then? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is-set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; That thou consent to marry us this day. Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Fri. To lay one in, another out to have. Not in a grave, Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love Doth grace now, for grace, and love for love allow; |