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. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again, pur [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Re-enter JULIET, above. J Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed. If that thy bent 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, I do beseech thee, 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 school-boys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again!' Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears! Rom. Jul. I will not fail; At what o'clock to-morrow At the hour of nine. '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 gosshark; 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; 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. [Exit. 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; From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. And flecked darkness] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked, or variegated. And from her womb children of divers kind 2 None but for some, and yet all different. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant: Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Benedicite! Fri.. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?— Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: 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 reign: 2 3 4 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. Therefore thy-earliness doth me assure, 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 hast thou been then? T Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. 7 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 intercession 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, so 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! Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! |