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       Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

       Romeo.

       O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

       Juliet.

       What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

       Romeo.

       The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

       Juliet.

       I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;

       And yet I would it were to give again.

       Romeo.

       Would’st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

       Juliet.

       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 sea,

       My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

       The more I have, for both are infinite.

       I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!—

       [Nurse calls within.]

       Anon, good nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.

       Stay but a little, I will come again.

       [Exit.]

       Romeo.

       O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,

       Being in night, all this is but a dream,

       Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

       [Enter Juliet above.]

       Juliet.

       Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

       If that thy bent of love be honourable,

       Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,

       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!

       Juliet.

       I come anon.— But if thou meanest not well,

       I do beseech thee,—

       Nurse.

       [Within.] Madam!

       Juliet.

       By-and-by I come:—

       To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief:

       Tomorrow will I send.

       Romeo.

       So thrive my soul,—

       Juliet.

       A thousand times good night!

       [Exit.]

       Romeo.

       A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!—

       Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;

       But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.

       [Retirong slowly.]

       [Re-enter Juliet, above.]

       Juliet.

       Hist! Romeo, hist!—O for a falconer’s voice

       To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

       Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;

       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.

       Romeo.

       It is my soul that calls upon my name:

       How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,

       Like softest music to attending ears!

       Juliet.

       Romeo!

       Romeo.

       My dear?

       Juliet.

       At what o’clock tomorrow

       Shall I send to thee?

       Romeo.

       At the hour of nine.

       Juliet.

       I will not fail: ‘tis twenty years till then.

       I have forgot why I did call thee back.

       Romeo.

       Let me stand here till thou remember it.

       Juliet.

       I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

       Remembering how I love thy company.

       Romeo.

       And 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 farther than a wanton’s bird;

       That 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.

       Romeo.

       I would I were thy bird.

       Juliet.

       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.]

       Romeo.

       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 Lawrence’s Cell.

       [Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.]

       Friar.

       The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,

       Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;

       And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels

       From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels:

       Non, ere the sun advance his burning eye,

       The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry,

       I must up-fill this osier cage of ours

       With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

       The earth, that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;

       What is her burying gave, that is her womb:

       And from her womb children of divers kind

       We sucking on her natural bosom find;

       Many for many virtues excellent,

       None but for some, and yet all different.

       O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

       In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities:

       For naught so vile that on the earth doth live

       But to the earth some special good doth give;

       Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,

      

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