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, 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, P 6 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, Bondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud ;n And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine, Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name. 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, 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? Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, fay death; Much more than death. Do not fay banishment. Hence banish'd, is banished from the world; Fri. O deadly fin! O rude unthankfulness! Rom. "Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here, Hadft thou no poifon mix'd, no fharp-ground knife, O Friar, the damned ufe that word in hell; A fin-abfolver, and my friend profefs'd, Rom. O, thou wilt fpeak again of banishment. 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; Then might'ft thou speak, then might'ft thou tear thy hair, [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. [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. Rom. O Nurfe! an Nurfe. Ah, Sir! ah, Sir!--Death is the end of all. Doth fhe not think me an old murderer, Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy Where is the? and how does fhe? and what fays Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps: And |