889And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st,

890Thou maiest proue false: at Louers periuries

891They say Ioue laught, oh gentle Romeo,

892If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully:

893Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,

894Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay,

895So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world.

896In truth faire Mountague I am too fond:

897And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light,

898But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more true,

899Then those that haue coying to be strange,

900I should haue beene more strange, I must confesse,

901But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware

902My true Loues passion, therefore pardon me,

903And not impute this yeelding to light Loue,

904Which the darke night hath so discouered.

905Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow,

906That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree tops.

907Iul. O sweare not by the Moone, th'inconstant Moone,

908That monethly changes in her circled Orbe,

909Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable.

910Rom. What shall I sweare by?

911Iul. Do not sweare at all:

912Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe,

913Which is the God of my Idolatry,

914And Ile beleeue thee.

915Rom. If my hearts deare loue.

916Iuli. Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee:

917I haue no ioy of this contract to night,

918It is too rash, too vnaduis'd, too sudden,

919Too like the lightning which doth cease to be

920Ere, one can say, it lightens, Sweete good night:

921This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath,

922May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete:

923Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete repose and rest,

924Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.

925Rom. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?

926Iuli. What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night?

927Ro. Th'exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.

928Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it:

929And yet I would it were to giue againe.

930Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it,

931For what purpose Loue?

932Iul. But to be franke and giue it thee againe,

933And yet I wish but for the thing I haue,

934My bounty is as boundlesse as the Sea,

935My Loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee

936The more I haue, for both are Infinite:

937I heare some noyse within deare Loue adue:

939Anon good Nurse, sweet Mountague be true:

940Stay but a little, I will come againe.

941Rom. O blessed blessed night, I am afear'd

942Being in night, all this is but a dreame,

943Too flattering sweet to be substantiall.

944Iul. Three words deare Romeo,

945And goodnight indeed,

946If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable,

947Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow,

948By one that Ile procure to come to thee,

949Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,

950And all my Fortunes at thy foote Ile lay,

951And follow thee my Lord throughout the world.

953I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well,

954I do beseech theee Within: Madam.

955(By and by I come)

956To cease thy strife, and leaue me to my griefe,

957To morrow will I send.

958Rom. So thriue my soule.

959Iu. A thousand times goodnight. Exit.

960Rome. A thousand times the worse to want thy light,

961Loue goes toward Loue as school-boyes frõ thier books

962But Loue frõ Loue, towards schoole with heauie lookes.

964Iul. Hist Romeo hist: O for a Falkners voice,

965To lure this Tassell gentle backe againe,

966Bondage is hoarse, and may not speake aloud,

967Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,

968And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse, then

969With repetition of my Romeo.

970Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name.

971How siluer sweet, sound Louers tongues by night,

972Like softest Musicke to attending eares.

973Iul. Romeo.

974Rom. My Neece.

975Iul. What a clock to morrow

976Shall I send to thee?

977Rom. By the houre of nine.

978Iul. I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then,

979I haue forgot why I did call thee backe.

980Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.

981Iul. I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there,

982Remembring how I Loue thy company.

983Rom. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget,

984Forgetting any other home but this.

985Iul. 'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,

986And yet no further then a wantons Bird,

987That let's it hop a little from his hand,

988Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues,

989And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe,

990So louing Iealous of his liberty.

991Rom. I would I were thy Bird.

992Iul. Sweet so would I,

993Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:

994Good night, good night.

995Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow,

996That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.

997Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest.

998Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest,

999The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night,

1000Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light,

1001And darknesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles,

1002From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles.

1003Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell,

1004His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell. Exit.

1006Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night,

1007Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light:

1008And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles,

1009From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles:

1010Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye,

1011The day to cheere, and nights danke dew to dry,

1012I must vpfill this Osier Cage of ours,

1013With balefull weedes, and precious Iuiced flowers,

1014The earth that's Natures mother, is her Tombe,

1015What is her burying graue that is her wombe:

1016And from her wombe children of diuers kind