To be consorted with the humorous 6 night: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. [Exeunt. 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, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love: O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Jul. Rom. Ah me! O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;— Rom. I know not how to tell thee who I am: Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and where fóre? 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 : Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. 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 bere. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love, who 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 furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my 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 farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say -Ay; And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or, if thou think'st 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 Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light. 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 over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware, My true love's passion; therefore, pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable, Rom. What shall I swear by? Jul. Do off, put off. 9 Hinderance. Do not swear at all; Rom. Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what pur- Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. [Nurse calls within. [Exit. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, If that thy bent 3 of love be honourable, Jul. I come, anon: - But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse. [Within.] Madam. By and by, I come :- Rom. So thrive my soul,- Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Shall I send to thee! Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone : Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; None but for some, and yet all different. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: voice, To lure this tassel-gentle 4 back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine 3 Inclination. 4 The teircel is the male hawk, the falcon the female. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign; Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp❜rature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Rom. That last is true. Fri. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here? Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Mer. Where should this Romeo be? Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Ben. Romeo will answer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white girl's black eye! shot thorough the ear with a love-song: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft 9; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. More than prince of cats', I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me liis minim rest one, two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay! 9 who Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring : -0 flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not conceive? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump 5 well flowered. Mer. Well said; Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter-sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel 7, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Mer. Yea, is the worse well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Mer. Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Nurse. Marry, farewell! - I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant 9 was this, that was so full of his ropery? Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. — Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young: and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: She will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady: - when 'twas a little prating thing, — 0, — there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name, R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady. Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. SCENE V.- Capulet's Garden. Enter JULIET. Jul. Where is my mother? - why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st; Your love says like an honest gentleman, — Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the Where is your mother? Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. What haste? can you not stay a while? To say to me - - that thou art out of breath? Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a foot, they are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. What, have you dined at home? Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. O, how my head akes! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o' t'other side. — O, my back, my back! Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous: - Where is your mother? Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy, i. c. a bat or battledore. Nurse. Marry, come up, I trow: Is this the poultice for my aking bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. Jul. Here's such a coil, -come, what says Romeo? Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Jul. I have. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife: [Exeunt. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not. Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon 7 it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue, Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. Jul. Conceit 8, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; And holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. |