* [Enter ROMEO.]
1 He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[JULIET appears above at a window.]
2 But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
3 It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
4 Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
5 Who is already sick and pale with grief,
6 That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
7 Be not her maid, since she is envious;
8 Her vestal livery is but sick and green
9 And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
10 It is my lady, O, it is my love!
11 O, that she knew she were!
12 She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
13 Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
14 I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks.
15 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
16 Having some business, do entreat her eyes
17 To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
18 What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
19 The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
20 As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
21 Would through the airy region stream so bright
22 That birds would sing and think it were not night.
23 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
24 O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
25 That I might touch that cheek!
25 Ay me!
25 She speaks!
26 O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
27 As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
28 As is a winged messenger of heaven
29 Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
30 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
31 When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
32 And sails upon the bosom of the air.
33 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
34 Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
35 Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
36 And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
37 Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
38 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
39 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
40 What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
41 Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
42 Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
43 What's in a name? That which we call a rose
44 By any other name would smell as sweet;
45 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
46 Retain that dear perfection which he owes
47 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
48 And for that name which is no part of thee
49 Take all myself.
49 I take thee at thy word.
50 Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
51 Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
52 What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
53 So stumblest on my counsel?
53 By a name
54 I know not how to tell thee who I am:
55 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
56 Because it is an enemy to thee;
57 Had I it written, I would tear the word.
58 My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
59 Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
60 Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
61 Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
62 How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
63 The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
64 And the place death, considering who thou art,
65 If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
66 With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
67 For stony limits cannot hold love out,
68 And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
69 Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
70 If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
71 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
72 Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
73 And I am proof against their enmity.
74 I would not for the world they saw thee here.
75 I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
76 And but thou love me, let them find me here:
77 My life were better ended by their hate,
78 Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
79 By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
80 By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
81 He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
82 I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
83 As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
84 I would adventure for such merchandise.
85 Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
86 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
87 For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
88 Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
89 What I have spoke, but farewell compliment!
90 Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay,"
91 And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
92 Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
93 They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
94 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
95 Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
96 I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
97 So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
98 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
99 And therefore thou mayst think my behavior light,
100 But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
101 Than those that have more coying to be strange.
102 I should have been more strange, I must confess,
103 But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
104 My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
105 And not impute this yielding to light love,
106 Which the dark night hath so discovered.
107 Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
108 That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops
109 O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
110 That monthly changes in her circled orb,
111 Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
112 What shall I swear by?
112 Do not swear at all;
113 Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
114 Which is the god of my idolatry,
115 And I'll believe thee.
115 If my heart's dear love
116 Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
117 I have no joy of this contract tonight:
118 It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
119 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
120 Ere one can say "It lightens." Sweet, good night!
121 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
122 May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
123 Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
124 Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
125 O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
126 What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
127 The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
128 I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
129 And yet I would it were to give again.
130 Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
131 But to be frank, and give it thee again.
132 And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
133 My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
134 My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
135 The more I have, for both are infinite.
[Nurse calls within.]
136 I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
137 Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
138 Stay but a little, I will come again.
139 O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
140 Being in night, all this is but a dream,
141 Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
[Re-enter JULIET, above.]
142 Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
143 If that thy bent of love be honourable,
144 Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
145 By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
146 Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
147 And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
148 And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
150 I come, anon.But if thou mean'st not well,
151 I do beseech thee
151 By and by, I come:
152 To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief:
153 Tomorrow will I send.
153 So thrive my soul
154 A thousand times good night!
155 A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
156 Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
157 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Enter JULIET, again [above].
158 Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
159 To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
160 Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
161 Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
162 And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
163 With repetition of my Romeo's name. Romeo!
164 It is my soul that calls upon my name:
165 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
166 Like softest music to attending ears!
167 My niesse?
167 At what o'clock tomorrow
168 Shall I send to thee?
168 At the hour of nine.
169 I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
170 I have forgot why I did call thee back.
171 Let me stand here till thou remember it.
172 I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
173 Remembering how I love thy company.
174 And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
175 Forgetting any other home but this.
176 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
177 And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
178 Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
179 Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
180 And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
181 So loving-jealous of his liberty.
182 I would I were thy bird.
182 Sweet, so would I:
183 Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
184 Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
185 That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
186 Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
187 Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
188 Hence will I to my ghostly sire's close cell,
189 His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.