Lines for scene

ROMEO

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? 2

It is the East, and Juliet is the sun. 3

It is my lady. O, it is my love! 10 

JULIET 

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? 36 

Deny thy father and refuse thy name, 37 

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, 38 

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. 39 

ROMEO 

I take thee at thy word. 53

Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized . 54 

JULIET 

My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words 63 

Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound. 64 

Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? 65 

ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike . 66

JULIET

O gentle Romeo, 98 

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. 99

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond , 103

ROMEO 

Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow, 112 

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—113 

JULIET 

O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, 114 

That monthly changes in her < circled > orb , 115 

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 116 

ROMEO 

What shall I swear by? 117 

JULIET 

Do not swear at all. 118 

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, 119 

ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—122 

JULIET 

Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, 123 

I have no joy of this contract tonight. 124 

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, 128 

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. 129 

Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest 130 

Come to thy heart as that within my breast. 131

ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 132

JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? 133

ROMEO Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. 134

JULIT

I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—143

Stay but a little; I will come again. 145 < She exits. >

ROMEO O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard, 146 

Being in night, all this is but a dream, 147 

Too flattering sweet to be substantial . 148

JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. 149 

Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, 151

And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay

And follow thee my < lord > throughout the world. 155

ROMEO So thrive my soul—163 

JULIET A thousand times good night. 164

ROMEO A thousand times the worse to want thy light.

JULIET Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc’ner’s voice 169 

To lure this tassel-gentle back again! 170

ROMEO My < dear. > 179 

JULIET 

What o’clock tomorrow 180 

Shall I send to thee? 181 

ROMEO By the hour of nine. 182 

JULIET I will not fail. ’Tis twenty year till then. 183 

I have forgot why I did call thee back. 184

’Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, 190

And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird, 191 

That lets it hop a little from his hand, 192 

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , 193 

And with a silken thread plucks it back again, 194 

So loving-jealous of his liberty. 195 

ROMEO I would I were thy bird. 196 

JULIET Sweet, so would I. 197 

That I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow . 201

ROMEO

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. 202 

Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest. 203 

Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell, 204 

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. 205 

JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. 

It was the nightingale , and not the lark, 2 

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 5 

ROMEO It was the lark , the herald of the morn, 6 

No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks 7 

Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. 8 

Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day 9 

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. 10 

I must be gone and live, or stay and die. 11 

JULIET Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I. 12 

It is some meteor that the sun < exhaled > 13 

Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone. 16 

ROMEO Let me be ta’en; let me be put to death. 17 

I am content, so thou wilt have it so. 18 

I’ll say yon gray is not the morning’s eye ; 19 

’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow . 20 

Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat 21

The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. 22 

I have more care to stay than will to go. 23 

Come death and welcome. Juliet wills it so. 24 

How is ’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day. 25 

JULIET It is, it is. Hie hence, begone, away! 26 

It is the lark that sings so out of tune, 27

Some say the lark makes sweet division . 29 

This doth not so, for she divideth us. 30 

O, now begone. More light and light it grows. 35 

ROMEO More light and light, more dark and dark our woes. 36

JULIET Then, window, let day in, and let life out. 41 

ROMEO Farewell, farewell. One kiss and I’ll descend. 42 

< They kiss, and Romeo descends. > 

JULIET Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend! 43 

I must hear from thee every day in the hour, 44 

For in a minute there are many days. 45 

O, by this count I shall be much in years 46 

Ere I again behold my Romeo. 47 

ROMEO Farewell. 48 

I will omit no opportunity 49

That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 50 

JULIET O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again? 51 

ROMEO I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve 52 

For sweet discourses in our times to come. 53 

 

< JULIET > O God, I have an ill-divining soul! 54 

Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, 55 

As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. 56 

Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale. 57 

ROMEO And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. 58 

Dry sorrow drinks our blood . Adieu, adieu. 59