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she turned the key in the lock

word. Jul. My ears have
yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utteranceyet I know the
sound. Art thou not Romeoand a Montague? Rom. Neitherfair saintif
either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hithertell meand wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climbAnd the place death
considering who thou artIf any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With
love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold
love outAnd what love can dothat dares love attempt. Therefore thy
kinsmen are no let to me. Jul. If they do see theethey will murther thee.
Rom. Alackthere lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Look thou but sweetAnd 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 melet them find me here. My life
were better ended by their hate Than death proroguedwanting of thy love.
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By lovethat
first did prompt me to enquire. He lent me counseland I lent him eyes. I
am no pilot; yetwert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the
farthest seaI would adventure for such m