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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?
I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
*(From within) Madam!*
I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well, I do beseech thee— A thousand times good night Romeo!
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell, His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
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