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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 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

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb;
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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 letl to me.

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

And, but thou love me,2 let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
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 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,

(1) Hindrance. (2) Unless thou love me.



pose, love?

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast!

Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night:
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow

for mine. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.

Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur

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

[Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Anon, good nurse Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.


. Řom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night,

If that thy benta 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 perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world:

Nurse. [Within.) Madam.
Jul. I come, anon :-)

:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee,

Nurse. (Within.] Madam.

(1) Free.

(2) Inclination

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