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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.
Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, 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 inore hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name.
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Like softest musick to attending ears!
At what o'clock to-morrow
At the hour of nine.
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 alınost morning, I would have thee gone:
9 To lure this tassel-gentle back again!] The tassel or tiercel (for so it should be spelt) is the male of the gosshauk; 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.
Sweet, so would I:
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.
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; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
And flecked darkness-] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked, or variegated.
And from her womb children of divers kind
Enter Romeo. Rom. Good morrow, father! Fri.
Benedicite! 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.
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. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day.
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
thenWomen may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
Not in a grave,
O, she knew well,
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste." Fri. Wisely, and slow; They stumble, that run fast.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
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.