y, "lips which they must use in prayer."--"O then, my dear
saint," said Romeo, "hear my prayer, and grant it, lest I despair." In
such like allusions and loving conceits they were engaged, when the lady
was called away to her mother. And Romeo inquiring who her mother was,
discovered that the lady whose peerless beauty he was so much struck
with, was young Juliet, daughter and heir to the Lord Capulet, the great
enemy of the Montagues; and that he had unknowingly engaged his heart to
his foe. This troubled him, but it could not dissuade him from loving.
As little rest had Juliet, when she found that the gentleman that she
had been talking with was Romeo and a Montague, for she had been
suddenly smit with the same hasty and inconsiderate passion for Romeo,
which he had conceived for her; and a prodigious birth of love it seemed
to her, that she must love her enemy, and that her affections should
settle there, where family considerations should induce her chiefly to
hate.

It being midnight, Romeo with his companions departed; but they soon
missed him, for, unable to stay away from the house where he had left
his heart, he leaped the wall of an orchard which was at the back of
Juliet's house. Here he had not been long, ruminating on his new love,
when Juliet appeared above at a window, through which her exceeding
beauty seemed to break like the light of the sun in the east; and the
moon, which shone in the orchard with a faint light, appeared to Romeo
as if sick and pale with grief at the superior lustre of this new sun.
And she, leaning her cheek upon her hand, he passionately wished himself
a glove upon that hand, that he might touch her cheek. She all this
while thinking herself alone, fetched a deep sigh, and exclaimed, "Ah
me!" Romeo, enraptured to hear her speak, said softly, and unheard by
her, "O speak again, bright angel, for such you appear, being over my
head, like a winged messenger from heaven whom mortals fall back to gaze
upon." She, unconscious of being overheard, and full of the new passion
which that night's adventure had given birth to, called upon her lover
by name (whom she supposed absent): "O Romeo, Romeo!" said she,
"wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name, for my
sake; or if thou wilt not, be but my sworn love, and I no longer will be
a Capulet." Romeo, having this encouragement, would fain have spoken,
but he was desirous of hearing more; and the lady continued her
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