Romeo	[Advancing.] He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

                           Enter JULIET aloft.

	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
	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!
	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,
	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 heaven
	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.

Juliet							Ay me!

Romeo									She speaks.
	O speak again, bright angel, for thou art
	As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
	As is a wingd messenger of heaven
	Unto the white-upturnd wond'ring eyes
	Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
	When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
	And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Juliet	O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
	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	Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet	'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
	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 rose
	By any other word would smell as sweet;
	So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
	Retain that dear perfection which he owes
	Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
	And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
	Take all myself.

Romeo						I take thee at thy word.
	Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
	Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Juliet	What man art thou that thus bescreened in night
	So stumblest on my counsel?

Romeo								By 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.
	Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Juliet	My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
	Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
	Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

Romeo	Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

Juliet	How cam'st 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.

Romeo	With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
	For stony limits cannot hold love out;
	And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
	Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Juliet	If they do see thee they will murder thee.

Romeo	Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
	Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
	And I am proof against their enmity.

Juliet	I would not for the world they saw thee here.

Romeo	I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;
	And but thou love me, let them find me here;
	My life were better ended by their hate
	Than death prorogud, wanting of thy love.

Juliet	By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

Romeo	By love, that first did prompt me to enquire;
	He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
	I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far
	As that vast shore washed with the furthest sea,
	I should adventure for such merchandise.

Juliet	Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
	Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
	For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
	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,
	Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries
	They 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 and say thee nay,
	So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
	In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
	And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;
	But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
	Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
	I should have been more strange, I must confess,
	But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
	My true-love passion; therefore pardon me,
	And not impute this yielding to light love,
	Which the dark night hath so discoverd.

Romeo	Lady, by yonder blessd moon I vow,
	That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-

Juliet	O swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
	That monthly changes in her circled orb,
	Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo	What shall I swear by?

Juliet							Do 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.

Romeo								If my heart's dear love-

Juliet	Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
	I have no joy of this contract tonight.
	It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
	Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
	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!

Romeo	O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet	What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo	Th' 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	Wouldst 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.
											[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.
Romeo	O blessd, blessd night! I am afeard,
	Being in night, all this is but a dream,
	Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

                          Re-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 mean'st not well,
	I do beseech thee-

Nurse	[Within.]		Madam!

Juliet							By and by, I come!-
	To cease thy strife 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, toward school with heavy looks.

                          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 nyas?

Juliet						What o'clock tomorrow
	Shall I send to thee?

Romeo							By the hour of nine.

Juliet	I will not fail - 'tis twenty year 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,
	Rememb'ring 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 further than a wanton's bird,
	That lets it hop a little from his 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 sire's close cell,
	His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
											[Exit.
