This ability to love so freely stems from two polar qualities of Juliet. On the one hand, she is able to love Romeo so intensely because she is still innocent and unaware of the consequences of her love. I like this "warring sentiments" idea, but it seems confusing.
How can she be both? You could explain this further. Under the instruction of the Friar, Juliet maturely agrees to the plan, seeing that action is the only way to thwart fate. The other enlightening action is her ability to reel herself back in from the brink of insanity, in order to follow through with her plan. The servingman does not know. Romeo is transfixed; Rosaline vanishes from his mind and he declares that he has never been in love until this moment. Realizing that there is a Montague present, Tybalt sends a servant to fetch his rapier.
Capulet overhears Tybalt and reprimands him, telling him that Romeo is well regarded in Verona, and that he will not have the youth harmed at his feast. Tybalt protests, but Capulet scolds him until he agrees to keep the peace. As Capulet moves on, Tybalt vows that he will not let this indignity pass. Meanwhile, Romeo has approached Juliet and touched her hand. In a dialogue laced with religious metaphors that figure Juliet as a saint and Romeo as a pilgrim who wishes to erase his sin, he tries to convince her to kiss him, since it is only through her kiss that he might be absolved.
Juliet agrees to remain still as Romeo kisses her. Thus, in the terms of their conversation, she takes his sin from him. Just as their second kiss ends, the Nurse arrives and tells Juliet that her mother wants to speak with her. The Nurse replies that Lady Capulet is her mother. Romeo is devastated. As the crowd begins to disperse, Benvolio shows up and leads Romeo from the feast. Juliet is just as struck with the mysterious man she has kissed as Romeo is with her.
She comments to herself that if he is already married, she feels she will die 1. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? 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. 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.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;. My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued , wanting of thy love. 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.
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!
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries. 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. 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 trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be 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. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry , And I'll believe thee. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash , too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
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