Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night: Jul. What 's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name: if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. A rhyme I learn'd even now [One calls within JULIET. Anon, anon : Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Enter CHORus. [Exeunt. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, 2 Faith. But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden. Rom. Can I go Enter ROMEO. forward, when my heart is here ? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise ; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, 5 To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.[JULIET appears above, at a Window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! 3 Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an expression of tenderness. 5 Humid, moist. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! That thou her maid art far more fair than she: And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. — O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that? I am too bold, 't is not to me she speaks: 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 stars, As day light doth a lamp; her eye in heaven That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks: Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Jul. 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. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside 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! Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I 'll be new baptiz'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. 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 camest thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; 6 Owns, possesses. 7 Do off, put off. |