Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again!? Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; And make her airy tongue inore hoarse than mine Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears! 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, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: To lure this tassel-gentle back again!] The tassel or tiercel (for so it should be spelt) is the male of the gosshawk; so called, because it is a tierce or third less than the female. This is equally true of all birds of prey. And yet no further than a wanton's bird; 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 morrow. [Exit. Rom. 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 father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: 1 And flecked darkness-] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked, or variegated. And from her womb children of divers kind None but for some, and yet all different. part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Benedicite! Fri. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?— Young son, 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 lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: powerful grace,] Efficacious virtue. to the earth-] i. e. to the inhabitants of the earth. with that part-] i. e. with the part which smells; with the olfactory nerves. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Fri. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Fri. O, she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love. SCENE IV. A Street. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. [Exeunt. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?Came he not home to-night? I stand on sudden haste.] i. e. it is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty. |