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Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful yow

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,

y The more I have, for both are infinite.

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

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

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Re-enten JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night,

indeed. If that thy bent of loye 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.
Jul.

By and by, I come
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send,
Rom.

So thrive my soul,

Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy

light.Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their

books;

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

[Retiring slowly.

Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's

voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again!' Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears!

Jul. Romeo!
Rom. My sweet!
Jul.

At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
Rom.

At the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. 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, Rememb’ring 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:

? To lure this tassel-gentle back again!] The tassel or tiercel (for so it should be spelt) is the male of the gossharok; so called, because it is a tierce or third less than the female. This is equally true of all birds of prey.

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,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

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

sorrow, 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. [E.rit.

SCENE III.

Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning

night, Checkering the castern 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. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb:

* And Aecked darkness -] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked, or variegated.

And from her womb children of: divers kindi.
We sucking on her natyral bosom find;
Many for many virtues excellerit;:;:
None but for some, and yet all different.
0, mickle is'the powerful grace, that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nór aught so good, but, straiņ'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part* cheers each

part;
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed foes encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will;
And, where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the cạnker death eats up that plant;

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Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father ! Fri.,

Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, So-soon to bid good morrow to thy þed ; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth seign:

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powerful grace,] Efficacious virtue.
to the earth -] i.e. to the inhabitants of the earth.

with that part -] i.e. with the part which smells; with the olfactory nerves.

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Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Thou art up-rous’d by some distemp?rature ;
Or if not so, then here I-hit-it right-
Our Romea bath not been in bed to-night,

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.
Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline :
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name, and that name's, woe.
Fri. That's my good son: But where hașt thou

been then?
Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physick lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,
My intereession likewise steads my foe.

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 : As mine on her's, sp hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day.

Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste!

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