It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden: Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. [Nurse calls within. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bentt of love 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 follow thee my lord throughout the world. Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come: To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: 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 schoolboys 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. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name! How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! 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 'here, 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 And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who let's it hop a little from her hand, Rom. I would, I were thy bird. * The male of the goshawk. † Fetters. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. LOVE'S HERALDS. Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, VIOLENT DELIGHTS NOT LASTING. These violent delights have violent ends, LOVERS LIGHT OF FOOT. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossomers* And yet not fall; so light is vanity. ACT III. A LOVER'S IMPATIENCE. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, ROMEO ON HIS BANISHMENT. SCENE.--Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment. The long white filament which lies in the air. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: Hence banished, is banished from the world, Rom. 'Tis torture and not mercy: heaven is here, And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, • Worth, value To mangle me with that word-banishment? Fri. Thou fond madman, hear me but speak a word Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no cars. Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. [feel: Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy RELUCTANCE OF LOVERS TO PART SCENE. JULIET'S Chamber. [hair, Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, 1 |