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■  Re-enter  J u l i e t .

                          J ulikt,— H ist!  Romeo,  hist!    Oh,  for  a  falconer's  voice,
                        To  lure  this  tassel  gentle  back  again !
                        Bondage  is  hoar.se,  and  may  not  speak  aioud;
                        El St?  would  he  fear the  cave  where  Echo  lies,
                        And  make  her airy  tongue  more  hoarse  than  mine,
                        With  repetition  of  my  Romeo’s  name,


                                                     Romeo  entering.

                          R omeo,— Tt  is  my  love  that  calls  upon  my  name  !
                        How  silver-sweet  sound  lovers'  tongues  by  night.
                        Like  softest  music  to at Lending  ears  1
                          Ju[Jet.— ■Romeo !
                          RO M eo .— M y  sweet  ■
                          Juliet.— A t  what  o'clock  to-morrow
                        Shall  I  send  to  thee?
                          R omeo.— A t  the  hour  of  nine.
                          J u l i e t . — T  will  not  fail:  'tis  twenty  years  till  then.
                        I  have  forgot  why  i  did  call  thee  back,
                          R omeo,— Let  me  stand  here  till  thou  remember  it.
                          Juliet.— -I  shall  forgot,  to  have  thee'still stand  there,
                        Rememb’ring  how  I  love  'hy company.
                          R om eo,— And  I ’ll  .still  stay,  to  have  thee  stilt  forget,
                       Forgetting  any  other  home  but  this.

                          J u l i e t ,— 'Tis  a lm o st  m orn in g;  T  w o u ld   h a v e  thee  gone,
                       And  y e t   no  further  than  a  w an ton 's  bird;
                       W ho  lets  it  hop  a  little  from  her  hand,
                       And  with  a  silk  thread  plucks  it  back  again,
                       So  loving-jealous  of  its  liberty.
                          Romeo,— -I  would  1  were  thy  bird,
                          J u liet.— Sweet,  so  would  I!
                       Yet  T  should  kiii  thee  with  much  cherishing.
                       Good  night,  good-nigiil  '   Parting is  such  sweet  sorrow
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