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Come, shall we go?
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
Ro. 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; 0, it is my love! ! 0, that she knew she were !She speaks, yet she says nothing : what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
She speaks : O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Ju. 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. Ro. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?
[aside. Ju. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy ;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! 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,
I take thee at thy word :
By a name
Ju. 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?
Ro. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
kinsmen find thee here. Ro. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these
walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt ;
1 Owns, possesses.
? Do off, lay aside.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let i to me.
Ju. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Ro. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords : look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Ju. I would not for the world, they saw thee
here. Ro. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
sight; 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. Ju. By whose direction found'st thou out this
place? Ro. 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 farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
Ju. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo,
Ro. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,
Ju. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant
T'hat monthly changes in her circled orb,
Ro. What shall I swear by ?
Do not swear at all ;
heart's dear loveJu. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: