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, Remem'bring 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, 230 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. 240 [Exit. SCENE SCENE III. A Monastery. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. We sucking on her natural bosom find; None but for some, and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities: Nor ought so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, 260 Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometime's by action dignify'd. Within the infant rind of this small flower For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. 270 What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?- Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. doth 280 Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Fri. That's my good son: But where hast thou been then? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. 290 I have been feasting with mine enemy; 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: 300 As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here! Eiij 310 If If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, 320 And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Fri. For doating, not for loving, pupil mine. Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Fri. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow ; The other did not so. Fri. O, she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. 330 To turn your houshold's rancour to pure love. 'fast. SCENE IV. The Street. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?— Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. 340 Mer. |