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Jul. O swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb; Left that thy love prove likewife variable.

Rom. What shall I swear by

Jul. Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear 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 swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night,
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can fay, 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 breaft!

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Jul. What satisfaction can'st thou have to-night?
Rom. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for

mine.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst requeft it:
And yet I would, it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what pur-

pose, 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 sea,
My love as deep, the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear fome noise within. Dear love, adieu!

[Nurse calls within Anon, good nurse. Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.

(Exit. Rom. O blessed, bleffed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream; Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Re enter

Re-enter Juliet above. 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 all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my love, throughout the world.

[Witbin : Madam. I come, anon—but if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee -[Within : Madam.] By and by,

I come
To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I send.

Rom. So thrive my soul,-
Jul. A thousand times, good night. [Exit.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy

light. Love goes tow'rd love, as school-boys from their

books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks.

Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this Taffel 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.

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, How silver-sweet found lovers' tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears !

Jul.

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Jul. Romeo!
Rom. My Sweet !

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send 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 stand here 'till thou remember it,

Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there; Remembering how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll still stay to have thee ftill forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a Wanton's bird,
Thai lets it hop a little from her hand
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a îlk thread plucks it back again,
So loving jealous of his liberty.

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 mosrow. [Exit.
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy

breast ! 'Would I were Neep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close Cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.

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HE grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frown

ing night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light: And darkness flecker'd, like a drunkard, reels From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels. Now ere the Sun advance his burning eye, The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry, I must fill up this osier-cage of ours With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced Aowers. The earth, that's Nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying Grave, 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. Nor nought 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, Revolts from true Birth, stumbling on abuse.

$ The grey-e'd morn, &c.] thoughts of his miftress. Pope. These four first lines are here re In the folio these lines are placed, conformable to the firft printed twice over, and given edition, where such a description once to Romeo, and once to the is much more proper than in the Frier. mouth of Romeo just before, when' 9-powerful grace,] Efficahe was full of nothing but the cious virtue. 6

Virtue

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
And vice sometime by action's dignify’d.
Within the infant rind of this small flower

Poison hath residence, and med cine power,
For this being smelt, with that sense chears each part,
Being tasted, Nays all senses with the heart.

Two such opposed foes encamp them still
In man, as well as herbs, Grace and rude Will :
And where the worser is predominant,
Full-foon the canker death eats up that plant.

Enter Romeo,

Rom. Good morrow, facher !

Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet faluteth me? Young fon, 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 lodgeth, seep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden Neep doth reign ; Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art up-rouz'd by some distemp'rature ;

accu

I Peifon bath residence, and me- posed Kin. Why he calls them

dicine power:] I believe Kin was, because they were quaShakespear wrote, more lities residing in one and the fame rately, thus,

substance. And as the enmity of Poifon bath refidence, and me. opposed Kin generally rises highdic'nal power :

er than that between Atrangers, i. e. both the poison and the an. this circumstance adds a beauty tidote are lodged within the rind to the expression.

WARB. of this flower, WARBURTON. Foes is certainly wrong, and There is no need of alteration. kin is not right. Two kings are

Two fucb opposed foes-] two opposite powers, two conThis is a modern Sophistication. tending potent ates, in both the The old books have it opposed natural and moral world. The KINGS. So that it appears, word encamp is proper to come Shakespear wrote, Two such opo manders.

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