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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. Mer. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Passion, Louer, Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh,
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Speake but one rime, and I am satisfied: Cry me but ay me, Prouant, but Loue and day, Speake to my goship Venus one faire word, One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her, Young Abraham Cupid he that shot so true,
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When King Cophetua lou'd the begger Maid, He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moueth not, The Ape is dead, I must coniure him, I coniure thee by Rosalines bright eyes, By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip,
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By her Fine foote, Straight leg, and Quiuering thigh, And the Demeanes, that there Adiacent lie, That in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs.
Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him, t'would anger him
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To raise a spirit in his Mistresse circle, Of some strange nature, letting it stand Till she had laid it, and coniured it downe, That were some spight. My inuocation is faire and honest, & in his Mistris name,
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I coniure onely but to raise vp him.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himselfe among these Trees To be consorted with the Humerous night: Blind is his Loue, and best befits the darke. Mer. If Loue be blind, Loue cannot hit the marke,
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Now will he sit vnder a Medler tree, And wish his Mistresse were that kind of Fruite, As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone, O Romeo that she were, O that she were An open, or thou a Poprin Peare,
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Romeo goodnight, Ile to my Truckle bed, This Field bed is to cold for me to sleepe, Come shall we go?
Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vaine to seeke him here That meanes not to be found. Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Rom.
[765]
He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the East, and Iuliet is the Sunne, Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone, Who is already sicke and pale with griefe,
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That thou her Maid art far more faire then she: Be not her Maid since she is enuious, Her Vestal liuery is but sicke and greene, And none but fooles do weare it, cast it off: It is my Lady, O it is my Loue, O that she knew she were,
[775]
She speakes, yet she sayes nothing, what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answere it: I am too bold 'tis not to me she speakes: Two of the fairest starres in all the Heauen, Hauing some businesse do entreat her eyes,
[780]
To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne. What if her eyes were there, they in her head, The brightnesse of her cheeke would shame those starres, As day‑light doth a Lampe, her eye in heauen, Would through the ayrie Region streame so bright,
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That Birds would sing, and thinke it were not night: See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand. O that I were a Gloue vpon that hand, That I might touch that cheeke.
Iul. Ay me. Rom.
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She speakes. Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head, As is a winged messenger of heauen

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Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes
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Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes, And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre.
Iul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Denie thy Father and refuse thy name:
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Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne my Loue, And Ile no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this? Iu. 'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy: Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague,
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What's Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote, Nor arme, nor face, O be some other name Belonging to a man. What ? in a names that which we call a Rose, By any other word would smell as sweete,
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So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal'd, Retaine that deare perfection which he owes, Without that title Romeo, doffe thy name, And for thy name which is no part of thee, Take all my selfe.
Rom.
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but Loue, and Ile be new baptiz'd, Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo.
Iuli. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell? Rom.
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By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Iuli.
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My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither faire Maid, if either thee dislike. Iul. How cam'st thou hither.
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Tell me, and wherefore? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here,
Rom. With Loues light wings
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Did I ore‑perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold Loue out, And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Iul. If they do see thee, they will murther thee. Rom.
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Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but sweete, And I am proofe against their enmity.
Iul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes
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And but thou loue me, let them finde me here, My life were better ended by their hate, Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue.
Iul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By Loue that first did promp me to enquire,
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He lent me counsell, and I lent him eyes, I am no Pylot, yet wert thou as far As that vast‑shore‑washet with the farthest Sea, I should aduenture for such Marchandise.
Iul. Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face,
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Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my cheeke, For that which thou hast heard me speake to night, Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie What I haue spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Loue? I know thou wilt say I, And

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Rom.
[765]
He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the East, and Iuliet is the Sunne, Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone, Who is already sicke and pale with griefe,
[770]
That thou her Maid art far more faire then she: Be not her Maid since she is enuious, Her Vestal liuery is but sicke and greene, And none but fooles do weare it, cast it off: It is my Lady, O it is my Loue, O that she knew she were,
[775]
She speakes, yet she sayes nothing, what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answere it: I am too bold 'tis not to me she speakes: Two of the fairest starres in all the Heauen, Hauing some businesse do entreat her eyes,
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To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne. What if her eyes were there, they in her head, The brightnesse of her cheeke would shame those starres, As day‑light doth a Lampe, her eye in heauen, Would through the ayrie Region streame so bright,
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That Birds would sing, and thinke it were not night: See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand. O that I were a Gloue vpon that hand, That I might touch that cheeke.
Iul. Ay me. Rom.
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She speakes. Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head, As is a winged messenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes
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Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes, And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre.
Iul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Denie thy Father and refuse thy name:
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Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne my Loue, And Ile no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this? Iu. 'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy: Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague,
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What's Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote, Nor arme, nor face, O be some other name Belonging to a man. What ? in a names that which we call a Rose, By any other word would smell as sweete,
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So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal'd, Retaine that deare perfection which he owes, Without that title Romeo, doffe thy name, And for thy name which is no part of thee, Take all my selfe.
Rom.
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but Loue, and Ile be new baptiz'd, Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo.
Iuli. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell? Rom.
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By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Iuli.
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My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither faire Maid, if either thee dislike. Iul. How cam'st thou hither.
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Tell me, and wherefore? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here,
Rom. With Loues light wings
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Did I ore‑perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold Loue out, And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Iul. If they do see thee, they will murther thee. Rom.
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Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but sweete, And I am proofe against their enmity.
Iul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes
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And but thou loue me, let them finde me here, My life were better ended by their hate, Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue.
Iul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By Loue that first did promp me to enquire,
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He lent me counsell, and I lent him eyes, I am no Pylot, yet wert thou as far As that vast‑shore‑washet with the farthest Sea, I should aduenture for such Marchandise.
Iul. Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face,
[855]
Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my cheeke, For that which thou hast heard me speake to night, Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie What I haue spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Loue? I know thou wilt say I,
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And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest proue false: at Louers periuries They say Ioue laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
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Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world. In truth faire Mountague I am too fond: And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light, But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more true,
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Then those that haue coying to be strange, I should haue beene more strange, I must confesse, But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware My true Loues passion, therefore pardon me, And not impute this yeelding to light Loue,
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Which the darke night hath so discouered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow, That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree tops. Iul. O sweare not by the Moone, th'inconstant Moone, That monethly changes in her circled Orbe,
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Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I sweare by? Iul. Do not sweare at all: Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe, Which is the God of my Idolatry,
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And Ile beleeue thee.
Rom. If my hearts deare loue. Iuli. Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee: I haue no ioy of this contract to night, It is too rash, too vnaduis'd, too sudden,
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Too like the lightning which doth cease to be Ere, one can say, it lightens, Sweete good night: This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath, May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete: Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete repose and rest,
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Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.
Rom. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied? Iuli. What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night? Ro. Th'exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine. Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it:
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And yet I would it were to giue againe.
Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it, For what purpose Loue? Iul. But to be franke and giue it thee againe, And yet I wish but for the thing I haue,
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My bounty is as boundlesse as the Sea, My Loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee The more I haue, for both are Infinite: I heare some noyse within deare Loue adue: Cals within. Anon good Nurse, sweet Mountague be true:
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Stay but a little, I will come againe.
Rom. O blessed blessed night, I am afear'd Being in night, all this is but a dreame, Too flattering sweet to be substantiall. Iul. Three words deare Romeo,
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And goodnight indeed, If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow, By one that Ile procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,
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And all my Fortunes at thy foote Ile lay, And follow thee my Lord throughout the world. Within: Madam. I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well, I do beseech theee Within: Madam. (By and by I come)
[925]
To cease thy strife, and leaue me to my griefe, To morrow will I send.
Rom. So thriue my soule. Iu. A thousand times goodnight. Exit. Rome. A thousand times the worse to want thy light,
[930]
Loue goes toward Loue as school‑boyes frō from thier their books But Loue frō from Loue, towards schoole with heauie lookes.
Enter Iuliet againe. Iul. Hist Romeo hist: O for a Falkners voice, To lure this Tassell gentle backe againe, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speake aloud,
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Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies, And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse, then With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name. How siluer sweet, sound Louers tongues by night,
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Like softest Musicke to attending eares.
Iul. Romeo. Rom. My Neece. Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee ? Rom.
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By the houre of nine.
Iul. I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then, I haue forgot why I did call thee backe. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Iul. I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there,
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Remembring how I Loue thy company.
Rom. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Iul. 'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone, And yet no further then a wantons Bird,
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That let's it hop a little from his hand, Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues, And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe, So louing Iealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy Bird. Iul.
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Sweet so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing: Good night, good night.
Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow, That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow. Iul.
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Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest.
Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest, The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night, Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light, And darkenesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles,
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From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles. Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell, His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.
Exit.
 

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      <l n="849">By Loue that first did promp me to enquire,</l>
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      <l n="854">Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face,</l>
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      <l n="856">For that which thou hast heard me speake to night,</l>
      <l n="857">Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie</l>
      <l n="858">What I haue spoke, but farewell Complement,</l>
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      <l n="860">And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st,</l>
      <l n="861">Thou maiest proue false: at Louers periuries</l>
      <l n="862">They say<hi rend="italic">Ioue</hi>laught, oh gentle<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="863">If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully:</l>
      <l n="864">Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,</l>
      <l n="865">Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay,</l>
      <l n="866">So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world.</l>
      <l n="867">In truth faire<hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>I am too fond:</l>
      <l n="868">And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light,</l>
      <l n="869">But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more true,</l>
      <l n="870">Then those that haue coying to be strange,</l>
      <l n="871">I should haue beene more strange, I must confesse,</l>
      <l n="872">But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware</l>
      <l n="873">My true Loues passion, therefore pardon me,</l>
      <l n="874">And not impute this yeelding to light Loue,</l>
      <l n="875">Which the darke night hath so discouered.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="876">Lady, by yonder Moone I vow,</l>
      <l n="877">That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree tops.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="878">O sweare not by the Moone, th'inconstant Moone,</l>
      <l n="879">That monethly changes in her circled Orbe,</l>
      <l n="880">Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="881">What shall I sweare by?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="882">Do not sweare at all:</l>
      <l n="883">Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe,</l>
      <l n="884">Which is the God of my Idolatry,</l>
      <l n="885">And Ile beleeue thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="886">If my hearts deare loue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
      <l n="887">Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee:</l>
      <l n="888">I haue no ioy of this contract to night,</l>
      <l n="889">It is too rash, too vnaduis'd, too sudden,</l>
      <l n="890">Too like the lightning which doth cease to be</l>
      <l n="891">Ere, one can say, it lightens, Sweete good night:</l>
      <l n="892">This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath,</l>
      <l n="893">May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete:</l>
      <l n="894">Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete repose and rest,</l>
      <l n="895">Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="896">O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
      <l n="897">What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
      <l n="898">Th'exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="899">I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it:</l>
      <l n="900">And yet I would it were to giue againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="901">Would'st thou withdraw it,</l>
      <l n="902">For what purpose Loue?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="903">But to be franke and giue it thee againe,</l>
      <l n="904">And yet I wish but for the thing I haue,</l>
      <l n="905">My bounty is as boundlesse as the Sea,</l>
      <l n="906">My Loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee</l>
      <l n="907">The more I haue, for both are Infinite:</l>
      <l n="908">I heare some noyse within deare Loue adue:</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Cals within.</stage>
      <l n="909">Anon good Nurse, sweet<hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>be true:</l>
      <l n="910">Stay but a little, I will come againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="911">O blessed blessed night, I am afear'd</l>
      <l n="912">Being in night, all this is but a dreame,</l>
      <l n="913">Too flattering sweet to be substantiall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="914">Three words deare<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="915">And goodnight indeed,</l>
      <l n="916">If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable,</l>
      <l n="917">Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow,</l>
      <l n="918">By one that Ile procure to come to thee,</l>
      <l n="919">Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,</l>
      <l n="920">And all my Fortunes at thy foote Ile lay,</l>
      <l n="921">And follow thee my Lord throughout the world.</l>
      <stage rend="rightJustified" type="business">
         <hi rend="italic">Within:</hi>Madam.</stage>
      <l n="922">I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well,</l>
      <l n="923">I do beseech theee</l>
      <stage rend="rightJustified" type="business">
         <hi rend="italic">Within:</hi>Madam.</stage>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="924">(By and by I come)</l>
      <l n="925">To cease thy strife, and leaue me to my griefe,</l>
      <l n="926">To morrow will I send.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="927">So thriue my soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
      <l n="928">A thousand times goodnight.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rome.</speaker>
      <l n="929">A thousand times the worse to want thy light,</l>
      <l n="930">Loue goes toward Loue as school‑boyes<choice>
            <abbr>frō</abbr>
            <expan>from</expan>
         </choice>
         <choice>
            <orig>thier</orig>
            <corr>their</corr>
         </choice>books</l>
      <l n="931">But Loue<choice>
            <abbr>frō</abbr>
            <expan>from</expan>
         </choice>Loue, towards schoole with heauie lookes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iuliet againe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="932">Hist<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>hist: O for a Falkners voice,</l>
      <l n="933">To lure this Tassell gentle backe againe,</l>
      <l n="934">Bondage is hoarse, and may not speake aloud,</l>
      <l n="935">Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,</l>
      <l n="936">And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse, then</l>
      <l n="937">With repetition of my<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="938">It is my soule that calls vpon my name.</l>
      <l n="939">How siluer sweet, sound Louers tongues by night,</l>
      <l n="940">Like softest Musicke to attending eares.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="941">
         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="942">My Neece.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="943">What a clock to morrow</l>
      <l n="944">Shall I send to thee<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="945">By the houre of nine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="946">I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then,</l>
      <l n="947">I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="948">Let me stand here till thou remember it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="949">I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there,</l>
      <l n="950">Remembring how I Loue thy company.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="951">And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget,</l>
      <l n="952">Forgetting any other home but this.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="953">'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,</l>
      <l n="954">And yet no further then a wantons Bird,</l>
      <l n="955">That let's it hop a little from his hand,</l>
      <l n="956">Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues,</l>
      <l n="957">And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe,</l>
      <l n="958">So louing Iealous of his liberty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="959">I would I were thy Bird.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="960">Sweet so would I,</l>
      <l n="961">Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:</l>
      <l n="962">Good night, good night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="963">Parting is such sweete sorrow,</l>
      <l n="964">That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-jul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
      <l n="965">Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="966">Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest,</l>
      <l n="967">The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night,</l>
      <l n="968">Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light,</l>
      <l n="969">And darkenesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles,</l>
      <l n="970">From forth dayes pathway, made by<hi rend="italic">Titans</hi>wheeles.</l>
      <l n="971">Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell,</l>
      <l n="972">His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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