Stay but a little, I will come again.


 [Exit.]
ROMEO.

O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering sweet to be substantial.


 Enter Juliet above.
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 strife and leave me to my grief.

Tomorrow will I send.


ROMEO.

So thrive my soul,—


JULIET.

A thousand times good night.


 [Exit.]
ROMEO.

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,

But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.


 [Retiring slowly.]
 Re-enter Juliet, above.
JULIET.

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’s name.


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 nyas?


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,

Remembering how I love thy company.


ROMEO.

And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,