It is too rash， too unadvised， too sudden，Too like the lightning， which doth cease to be Ere one can say ‘It lightens. ’ Sweet， good night！ This bud of love， by summer’s ripening breath，May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Goodnight， goodnight！ As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast. Romeo. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied？
Juliet . What satisfaction canst thou have tonight？ Romeo. Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. Juliet. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it： And yet I would it were to give again.
Romeo. Would’st thou withdraw it？ For what purpose， love？
Juliet. But to be frank， and give it thee again： And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea， My love as deep； the more I give to thee， The more I have： for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within. Dear love， adieu— Nurse calls withinAnon， good nurse！ —Sweet Montague， be true.
Stay but a little， I will come again. Juliet goes in Romeo. O blessed， blessed night！ I am afeard.
Being in night， all this is but a dream， Too flatteringsweet to be substantial.
Juliet reappears at the window
Juliet. Three words， dear Romeo， and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable，Thy purpose marriage， send me word tomorrow， By one that I’ll procure to come to thee，Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite； And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay，And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse ［Within］ Madam！
Juliet I come， anon. —But if thou meanest not well， I do beseech thee—Nurse ［Within］ Madam！
Juliet.By and by， I come—
To cease thy suit， and leave me to my grief： Tomorrow will I send.
Romeo. So thrive my soul—
Juliet. A thousand times good night！ She goes in Romeo. A thousand times the worse， to want thy light！
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books， But love from love， toward school with heavy looks. Juliet returns to the windowJuliet. Hist， Romeo， hist！ O for a falconer’s voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again！
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud， Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies，And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my “Romeo！”
Romeo. It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night， Like softest music to attending ears！
Juliet.Romeo！
Romeo.My niess？
Juliet.What o’clock tomorrow Shall I send to thee？
Romeo.By the hour of nine.
Juliet. I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Romeo. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Juliet. I shall forget， to have thee still stand there， Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Romeo. And I’ll still stay， to have thee still forget， Forgetting any other home but this.
Juliet. ’Tis almost morning； I would have thee gone， And yet no further than a wanton’s bird，That lets it hop a little from her hand， Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves，And with a silk thread plucks it back again， So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo. I would I were thy bird.
Juliet. Sweet， so would I；
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Goodnight， goodnight！ parting is such sweet sorrow， That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Romeo. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes， peace in thy breast！ Would I were sleep and peace， so sweet to rest！
She goes in
Hence will I to my ghostly sire’sclose cell， His help to crave， and my dear hap to tell. He goes.
