Romeo & Juliet Page #6

that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...

O swear not by the moon,

the inconstant moon that monthly

changes in her circled orb,

lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

What shall I swear by?

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.

If my heart's...

dear love...

Do not swear. Although I joy in thee,

I have no joy in this contract tonight.

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.

Good night.

Good night!

O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

The exchange of thy love's

faithful vow for mine.

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

Juliet!

Three words, dear Romeo,

and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honorable,

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.

Julieta!

Ay! By and by, I come!

But if thou meanest not well,

I do beseech thee...

- Juliet!

- By and by, I come!

...to cease thy strife,

and leave me to my grief.

Tomorrow will I send.

So thrive my soul.

A thousand times good night.

A thousand times the worse,

to want thy light!

Juliet!

Julieta!

Good night.

Love goes toward love

as schoolboys from their books;

but love from love,

toward school with heavy looks.

Romeo!

What o'clock tomorrow

shall I send to thee?

By the hour of nine.

I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Juliet!

You and me always

And for ever

You and me always

And for ever

It was always you and me...

Almighty is the powerful grace

that lies in plants, herbs, stones,

and their true qualities.

For nought so vile

that on the earth doth live

but to the earth

some special good doth give.

And nought so good

but strained from that fair use

revolts from true birth,

stumbling on abuse.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,

and vice sometime's by action dignified.

Within the infant rind of this... weak flower...

poison is resident...

and medicine power.

For this, being smelt,

with that part cheers each part.

Being tasted,

slays all senses with the heart.

Two such opposed kings encamp them still

in man as well as herbs,

grace and rude will.

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