See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek!
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, 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.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops---
what shall I swear by?
Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee
O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears.
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...
Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow.
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.