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For stony limits cannot hold love out:
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
ROM. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
JUL. I would not for the world they saw thee here,
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: My life was better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
JUL. By whose direction found'st thou out this place ?
Kom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire :
JUL. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ;
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,
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;
Which is the god of my idolatry,
Rom. If my heart's dear love
JUL. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
ROM. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
JUL. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
JUL. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. (NURSE calls within.) I hear some noise within : Dear love, adieu ! Anon, good nurse !--Sweet Montague, be true. Stay, but a little, I will come again.
[Erit. ROM. O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Re-enter JULIET, above.
JUL. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed.
NURSE (within). Madam!
beseech thee,NURSE (within). Madanı!
JUL. By and by, I come:
ROM. So thrive my soul,
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.
ROM. It is my soul that calls upon my name:
JUL. At what o'clock to-morrow
ROM. At the hour of nine.
JUL. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call the 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,
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, That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. [Erit.
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. [Erit.
THE DOMESTIC VIPER.
[In this matchless piece of vituperation, the poet has exhausted the vocabulary of invective. This should be recited with a tono of sar. casm and bitter loathing. Eyes, lip and tones of voice can be mado to add to the effect of the bitter sentences.]
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
Nor Virtue teach austerity—till now. Serenely purest of her sex that live, But wanting one sweet weakness—to forgive, Too shock'd at faults her soul can never know, She deems that all could be like her below :, Foe to all vice, yet hardly Virtue's friend. For virtue pardons those she would amend. But to the theme—now laid aside too long, The baleful burthen of this honest songThough all her former functions are no more, She rules the circle which she served before. If mothers-none know why-before her quake, If daughters dread her for the mothers' sake; If early habits—those false links, which bind At times the loftiest to the meanest mindHave given her power too deeply to instil The angry essence of her deadly will; If like a snake she steal within your walls, Till the black slime betray her as she crawls; If like a viper to the heart she wind, And leave the venom there she did not find; What marvel that this hag of hatred works Eternal evil latent as she lurks. To make a Pandemonium where she dwells And reign the Hecate of domestic hells ? Skilld by a touch to deepen scandal's tints With all the kind mendacity of hints, While mingling truth with falsehood-sneers with smilesA thread of candor with a web of wiles ; A plain blunt show of briefly-spoken seeming, To hid her bloodless heart's soul-harden'd scheming; A lip of lies—a face form'd to conceal ; And without feeling, mock at all who feel : With a vile mask the Gorgon would disown; A cheek of parchment—and an eye of stone. Mark, how the channels of her yellow blood Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud. Cised like the centipede in saffron mail, Or darker greerness of the scorpion's scale(For drawn from reptiles only may we trace Congenial colors in that soul or face)Look on her features! and behold her mind As in a mirror of itself defined : Look on the picture! deem it not o'erchargedThere is no trait which might not he enlarged : Yet true to “ Nature's journeymen,” who made This monster when their mistress left off trade