For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. my 'havior light; And therefore thou may'st think Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I swear, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ? Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear 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 unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Good-night, good-night-as sweet repose and rest Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it ?- for what I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu! purpose, love? (Nurse calls within.) Anon, good nurse! sweet Montague, be true. Too flattering sweet to be substantial! (Reënter Juliet as above.) Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee, my love, throughout the world! I come, anon-but, if thou mean not well, (Within: Madam!) I do beseech thee—(Within: Madam !)— By and by, I come Rom. So thrive my soul Jul. A thousand times, good-night. (Exit.) Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light: Love goes towards love as school-boys from their books; But love from love, towards school, with heavy looks. (Enter Juliet again.) Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassal 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, Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name : Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet! Jul. At what o'clock, to-morrow, Shall I send to thee? Rom. At the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 't is 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 still forget, Jul. 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone; 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, Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell, [From the "Merchant of Venice."] DESCRIPTION OF A MOONLIGHT NIGHT, WITH FINE MUSIC. Lorenzo. The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, —in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan's wall, And sighed his soul towards the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night. Jessica. In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew, Lor. In such a night Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Jes. In such a night, Medea gathered the enchanted herbs That did renew old son. Lor. In such a night Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, And, with an unthrift love, did run from Venice As far as Belmont. Jes. And in such a night Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim; Jes. I'm never merry when I hear sweet music. If they perchance but hear a trumpet sound, air of music touch their ears, Or any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, By the sweet power of music. Therefore the poet [From "Romeo and Juliet."] QUEEN MAB. O THEN, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! In shape no bigger than an agate-stone |