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But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, That tips with filver all these fruit-tree tops
Jul. O fwear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon
Or if thou wilt, fwear by thy gracious felf,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom. If my true heart's love
Jul. Well, do not fwear-altho' I joy in thee,
(7) Too like the lightning which doth cease to be,
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose,
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. yet I wish but for the thing I have;
(7) See Midsummer Night's Dream, p. 209.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
[Nurfe calls within, Anon, good nurse- -Sweet Mountague, be true: Stay but a little, I will come again.
Rom. O blefied, bleffed night. I am afraid.
Re-enter Juliet above.
Jul. Three words, dear Romco, and good-night indeed:
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.
I come anon
I do befeech thee- [Within: Madam.] By and by I
To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
Rom. So thrive my foul.
Ful. A thousand times good-night.
Rom. A thousand times the worfe to want thy light.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this taffel gentle back again———— Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud, 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!
Rom. 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 ftill stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still ftay to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
ful. 'Tis almoft morning I would have thee gone,
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.
SCENE V. Love's Heralds.
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
SCENE VI. Violent Delights, not lafting.
These violent delights have violent ends,
Lovers, light of Foot.
O fo light of foot
ACT III. SCENE IV.
A Lover's Impatience.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, To Phabus manfion; fuch a waggoner As Phaeton, would whip you to the weft, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That (8) th' run-aways eyes may wink; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen, Lovers can fee to do their am'rous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind; It beft agrees with night.
(8) The run-aways, &c.] That is, the fun: whom he ele gantly calls the run-away, in reference to the poetical account of the fun driving his chariot of light through the heavens, and running down to the west from the eyes of mortals to the arms of his celeftial mistress.
SCENE V. Romeo, on his Banishment.
SCENE, The Monastery.
Romeo and the Friar.
Rom. (9) Ha, banishment! be merciful, fay death! For exile hath more terror in his look Than death itself. Do not fay banishment.
Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished:
Rom. There is no world without Verona's walls,
Fri. O deadly fin; O rude unthankfulness!
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog And little moufe, every unworthy thing Lives 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 feize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, And steal immortal bleffings from her lips; But Romeo may not, he is banished ! O father; hadít thou no ftrong poifon mixt,
(9) Ha, &c.] The Reader will find in the 90th page of the fecond volume, a paffage or two, that well deferve to be com par'd with this before us.