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Jul. Do not fwear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,

Which is the God of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee.

Rom. If my true heart's love

Jul. Well, do not fwear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cafe to be
Ere one can fay it lightens. Sweet, good-night!
This bud of love, by fummer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet.
Good-night, good-night-as fweet repofe and reft
Come to thy heart, as that within my breaft!

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me fo unfatisfied? Jul. What fatisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didít request it: And yet I would it were to give again.

Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it; for what purpose, love? 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 fea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

I hear fome noife within. Dear love, adieu! [Nurfe calls within.

Anon, good nurfe!-Sweet Montague, be true.

Stay but a little, I will come again.

Rom. O bleffed, bleffed night! I am afraid,

Being in night, all this is but a dream :

Too flattering fweet to be substantial.

Re-enter Juliet above.

[Exit.

Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpofe marriage, fend 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 fortaines at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.
[Within: Madam!

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I come

1 come anon——but if thou mean'st not well,

I do befeech thee-[Within: Madam!] By and by I come➡ To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.

To-morrow will I fend..

Rom. So thrive my foul

ful. A thoufand 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 fchool with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again.

Jul. Hi! Romeo, hift! O for a falconer's voice,
To lure this taffel gentle back again.

Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud ;n
Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name.
How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night,
Like fofteft mufic to attending ears!

Jul. Romeo!

Ram. My fweet!

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee?

Rom. By 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 ftand here till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee still stand there; Remembering how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee till forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone; And yet no further than a wanton's bird,

That let's it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prifoner in his twifted gyves,
And with a filk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would I were thy bird.

Jul. Sweet, fo would 1;

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good

Good-night, good-night; parting is such sweet forrow, That I fhall fay good night till it be morrow.

[Exit.

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were fleep and peace, so fweet to reft! Hence will I to my ghoftly friar's close cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

[Exit

No. XXVII.-ROMEO AND JULIET.

ACT III. SCENE III. The Monastery.

Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.

ROMEO,

FRIAR.

OMEO, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man, Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

And thou art wedded to calamity,

Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What forrow craves acquaintance at my hand,

That I yet know not?

Is

Fri. Too familiar

my dear fon with fuch four company.

I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom!

Rom. What lefs than doomfday is the Prince's doom?
Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,

Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, fay death;
For exile hath more terror in his look,

Much more than death. Do not fay banishment.
Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona's walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.

Hence banish'd, is banished from the world;
And world-exil'd, is death. That banishment
Is death mif-term'd; calling death banishment,
Thou cutt'ft my head off with a golden ax,
And smil'ft upon the stroke that murders me.

Fri. O deadly fin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Prince,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment.
This is dear mercy, and thou seeft it not.

Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog,
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven, and may look on her;
But Romeo may not. More validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal bleffings from her lips;
Which even in pure and veftal modesty
Still blush, as thinking their own kiffes fin.
This may flies do, when I from this must fly;
And fay'st thou yet that exile is not death?
But Romeo may not--he is banished.

Hadft thou no poifon mix'd, no fharp-ground knife,
No fudden mean of death, though ne'er fo mean,
But banished, to kill me? Banished!

O Friar, the damned ufe that word in hell;
Howlings attend it. How haft thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghoftly confeffor,

A fin-abfolver, and my friend profefs'd,
To mangle me with that word, Banishment?
Fri. Fond madman, hear me speak.-

Rom. O, thou wilt fpeak again of banishment.
Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word,
Adverfity's fweet milk, philofophy,

To comfort thee, though thou art banish'd.

Rom. Yet banished? Hang up philofophy: Unless philofophy can make a Juliet, Difplant a town, reverfe a Prince's doom,

It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more——

Fri. O, then I fee that madmen have no ears.

Rom. How should they, when that wife men have no eyes? Fri, Let me difpute with thee of thy estate.

Rem. Thou canit not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

An

An hour but married, Tybalt murdered;
Doting like me, and like me banished;

Then might'ft thou speak, then might'ft thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

[Throwing himself on the ground. Fri. Arife, one knocks. Good Romeo hide thyself. [Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-fick groans, Mift-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock!-(who's there?)-Romeo,

arife.

Thou wilt be taken-(ftay awhile)-ftand up: [Knocks.
Run to my ftudy-(By and by)-God's will?
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come.

[Knock. Who knocks fo hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you fhall know my errand :

I come from Lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome, then.

Enter Nurfe.

Nurfe. O holy friar, oh tell me, holy friar, Where is my Lady's Lord? where's Romeo?

Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurfe. O he is even in my mistress' cafe, Juft in her cafe, O woeful fympathy ! Piteous predicament! even fo lies the,

Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

Stand up, ftand up

ftand, an you

be a man:

For Juliet's fake, for her fake, rise and stand.
Why should fall into fo deep
you

Rom. O Nurfe!

an

Nurfe. Ah, Sir! ah, Sir!--Death is the end of all.
Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her?

Doth fhe not think me an old murderer,

Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own?

Where is the? and how does fhe? and what fays
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps:

And

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