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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, And
I'll believe thee.
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!
rest Come to thy
heart as that
within my breast!
O, wilt thou leave
me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction
canst thou
have to-night?
The exchange of
thy love's faithful
vow for mine.
I gave thee mine
before thou didst
request it:
And yet Iwould it were to
give again.
Wouldst thou
withdraw it?
for what
purpose, love?
But to be frank, and
give it thee again.
I hear some noise
within; dear love,
adieu!
Juliet.
Anon, good nurse!
Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little,
I will come again.
O blessed,
blessed night!
I am afeard.
Being in night, all
this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet
to be substantial.
Three words,
dear Romeo, and
good night indeed.
If that thy bent of
love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage,
send me word
to-morrow, 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.
So thrive my soul--
A thousand
times good night!
A thousand times
the worse, to want
thy light
Hist! Romeo, hist!
O, for a falconer's
voice, To lure this
tassel-gentle
back again!
Romeo!
My dear?
Romeo!
My dear?
I have forgot why
I did call thee back.
Let me stand here
till thou remember it.
I shall forget,
to have thee still
stand there,
And I'll still
stay, to have thee
still forget,
'Tis almost
morning; I would have
thee gone:
And yetno further than a
wanton's bird; Who
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.
I would I
were thy bird.
Sweet, so would
I:
Yet I should killthee with much
cherishing.
Good night,
good night!
parting is such sweet
sorrow, That I shall
say good night
till it be morrow.
Goodnight.
The grey-eyed
morn smiles on the
frowning night,
Chequering the
eastern clouds with
streaks of light,
Now, ere the sun
advance his burning
eye, The day to cheer
and night's dank dew
to dry, I must
up-fill this osier
cage of ours With
baleful weeds and
precious-juiced
flowers.
The earth that's
nature's mother is
her tomb; What is her
burying grave that is
her womb, And from
her womb children of
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