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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:39 pm
( their lying)
Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
tears rolled down Scarlet's cheeks
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:41 pm
Roy frowned as Scarlet cried and wiped away a tear.
"I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
he whispered.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:46 pm
Scarlet smiled at him
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
she whispered back
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:50 pm
Roy smiled then took a step back.
"By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word."
he said, both sorrowful and angry. He had to admitt, he wasn't the worst actor in the world.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:54 pm
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Scarlet said it with emotion
she evened acted the part with her body
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:56 pm
"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."
Roy said softly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:57 pm
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:01 pm
Roy got close to Scarlet and looked her in the eyes with his gently purple eyes.
"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:04 pm
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Scarlet said smiling
her eyes glowed
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:09 pm
Roy winked at her.
" Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:12 pm
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Scarlet said
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:13 pm
Roy closed his eyes.
"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:21 pm
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Scarlet said
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:24 pm
"By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise."
Roy smiled.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:25 pm
Scarlet smiled back
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered
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