Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
     Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
     For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
     Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
     What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
     Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
     And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
     Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
     Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
     If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
     Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
     I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
     So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
     In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
     And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
     But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
     Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
     I should have been more strange, I must confess,
     But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
     My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
     And not impute this yielding to light love,
     Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO

     Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
     That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET

     O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
     That monthly changes in her circled orb,
     Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

     What shall I swear by?

JULIET

     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.

ROMEO

     If my heart's dear love--

JULIET

     Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
     I have no joy of this contract to-night:
     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! as sweet repose and rest
     Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO

     O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET

     What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO

     The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET

     I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
     And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO

     Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET

     But to be frank, and give it thee again.
     And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
     My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
     My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
     The more I have, for both are infinite.

     Nurse calls within

     I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
     Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
     Stay but a little, I will come again.

     Exit, above

ROMEO

     O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
     Being in night, all this is but a dream,
     Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.