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Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
She speaks :
meo 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?
[4 side Jul. '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,
I take thee at thy word:
By a name
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hạndred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Ne er, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these
For stony limits cannot hold love out :
4 Owns, possesses.
5 Do off
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let' to me.
6 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
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. 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
Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,
7 Unless thou love me.
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Do not swear at all ;
If my heart's dear loveJul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, 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. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
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.
yet I wish but for the thing I have :
[Nurse calls within.
[Exit. Rom. 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, abore. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night,
indeed. If that thy bent? 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. [IVithin.] Madam.