Romeo.
Fair Juliet, if I had your conſent, I hope every thing from my courage and fidelity; we might ſee each other, I ſhall enjoy your converſation. Grant me permiſſion to do this, my dear Juliet.
Juliet.
Stop, Romeo, do not repeat my name ſo often; I feel an emotion whenever you pronounce it. What enchantment has rendered you maſter of my heart ſo ſoon! But ſhould we continue to ſee each other, what end would it anſwer? What is your deſign?
Romeo.
To pledge my faith to you privately at the foot of the altar: deign to conſent thereto, I ſhall find means to keep our union an impenetrable ſecret.
Juliet.
What a project! What raſhneſs! I tremble to hear you.
Romeo.
What ſhould you fear, Madam?
Juliet.
A thouſand misfortunes.
Romeo.
[Throwing himſelf at the feet of his miſtreſs.]
Juliet, dear object of my love, pierce an heart which adores you; ſhed all the odious blood of the Montagues which flows in my veins, or give me your hand. Conſider, that Heaven, perhaps, has
