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Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
not dance ? 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 !
Nurse. What's this ? what's this?
A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within JULIET. Nurse.
Anon, anon:Come, let's away ; the strangers all are gone.
[Ereunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And
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,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ;
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
where : But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit.
ACT THE SECOND.
An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Garden.
Rom. Can I
heart is here?
[He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter BENVOLÍO, and MERCUTIO.
He is wise ;
Nay, I'll conjure too
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him: my invocation
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Go, then ; for 'tis in vain
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
[Juliet appears above, at a Window. But, soft! what light through yonder window
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.
s Humid, moist.
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
eye discourses, I will answer it.
She speaks :
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
[Aside. Jul. 'T is 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 call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes “, Without that title: Romeo, doffthy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. 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.
By a name 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 camest thou hither, tell me ? and
wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any
find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch
6 Owns, possesses.
7 Do off, put off.