Lines

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