formed us to extinguiſh the enmity of our parents, and to reſtore peace to our country.
Juliet.
Ah! cruel one! I had reaſon to wiſh not to hear you: the ſong of the Syrens is leſs ſeducing. Away, I conjure thee; my father is converſing with Octavio; perhaps, they may come; they would ſacrifice you to their hatred. A mortal fright overpowers all my ſenſes.
Romeo.
No, I will not leave you. Muſt I live or die? Speak, what do you determine?
Juliet.
Since ſuch is the will of Fate, I will ſhut my eyes that I may not ſee the abyſs into which you drag me. Go, I will meet you at church as ſoon as every thing is ready: depend on my word, and retire; I hear a noiſe within doors.
Romeo.
My happineſs equals my paſſion. Adieu, my dear Juliet.
Juliet.
Dear Romeo, adieu.
End of the First Act.
