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Romeo and Juliet

ACT II SCENE IICapulet’s orchard.
[Enter ROMEO]
ROMEOHe jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[JULIET appears above at a window]
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,5
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!10
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,15
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven20
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!25
ROMEOShe speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven30
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIETO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?35
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;40
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose45
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee50
Take all myself.
ROMEOI take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIETWhat man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night55
So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEOBy a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;60
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
JULIETMy ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
ROMEONeither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.65
JULIETHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
ROMEOWith love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls;70
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
JULIETIf they do see thee, they will murder thee.
ROMEOAlack, there lies more peril in thine eye75
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
JULIETI would not for the world they saw thee here.
ROMEOI have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:80
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
JULIETBy whose direction found’st thou out this place?
ROMEOBy love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.85
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
JULIETThou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek90
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay,’
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear’st,95
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers’ perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,100
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my ‘havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.105
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,
My true love’s passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.110
ROMEOLady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops–
JULIETO, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.115
ROMEOWhat shall I swear by?
JULIETDo not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.120
ROMEOIf my heart’s dear love–
JULIETWell, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be125
Ere one can say ‘It lightens.’ Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!130
ROMEOO, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
JULIETWhat satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
ROMEOThe exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
JULIETI gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.135
ROMEOWouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
JULIETBut 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 sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,140
The more I have, for both are infinite.
[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, above]
ROMEOO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.145
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
[Re-enter JULIET, above]
JULIETThree words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,150
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse[Within] Madam!155
JULIETI come, anon.–But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee–
Nurse[Within] Madam!
JULIETBy and by, I come:–
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:160
To-morrow will I send.
ROMEOSo thrive my soul–
JULIETA thousand times good night!
[Exit, above]
ROMEOA thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from165
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
[Re-enter JULIET, above]
JULIETHist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;170
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo’s name.
ROMEOIt is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,175
Like softest music to attending ears!
ROMEOMy dear?
JULIETAt what o’clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?180
ROMEOAt the hour of nine.
JULIETI will not fail: ’tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
ROMEOLet me stand here till thou remember it.
JULIETI shall forget, to have thee still stand there,185
Remembering how I love thy company.
ROMEOAnd I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
JULIET‘Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton’s bird;190
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
ROMEOI would I were thy bird.195
JULIETSweet, 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.200
[Exit above]
ROMEOSleep 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.

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