That is the reason Romeo and Juliet got married.
Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh Speake but one timeand I am satisfied: And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him Mer. This cannot anger himt'would anger him To raise a spirit in his Mistresse circle Of some strange natureletting it stand Till she had laid itand coniured it downe That were some spight.
Comehe hath hid himselfe among these Trees To be consorted with the Humerous night: Blind is his Loueand best befits the darke Mer. Go thenfor 'tis in vaine to seeke him here That meanes not to be found. He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound But softwhat light through yonder window breaks?
It is the Eastand Iuliet is the Sunne Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone Who is already sicke and pale with griefe 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 itcast it off: Her eye discoursesI 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 To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne.
What if her eyes were therethey in her head The brightnesse of her cheeke would shame those starres As day-light doth a Lampeher eye in heauen Would through the ayrie Region streame so bright That Birds would singand thinke it were not night: See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.
Ay me Oh speake againe bright Angellfor thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head As is a winged messenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes 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 RomeoRomeowherefore art thou Romeo?
Denie thy Father and refuse thy name: Shall I heare moreor shall I speake at this? Thou art thy selfethough not a Mountague What's Mountague?
I take thee at thy word: What man art thouthat thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell? By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vtteringyet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeoand a Montague? Neither faire Maidif either thee dislike Iul. How cam'st thou hither.
The Orchard walls are highand hard to climbe And the place deathconsidering who thou art If any of my kinsmen find thee here Rom. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me Iul. If they do see theethey will murther thee Rom. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye Then twenty of their Swordslooke 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 And but thou loue melet 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? By Loue that first did prompt me to enquire He lent me counselland I lent him eyes I am no Pylotyet 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 Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my cheeke For that which thou hast heard me speake to night Faine would I dwell on formefainefainedenie What I haue spokebut farewell Complement Doest thou Loue?
I know thou wilt say I And I will take thy wordyet if thou swear'st Thou maiest proue false: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne Ile frowne and be peruerseand say thee nay So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world.
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