Juliet: Thou mayst prove false At lover's perjuries, they say jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo. If thou dost love, pronounce it fatfully. Or, If thou thinkest I am too quickly won I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world In truth, fair Monatgue, I am too fond
Juliet: I would not for the world they saw thee here
Romeo: Alack there lies more peril thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet and I am proof against their enmity
Romeo: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate. Than death prorogues, wanting of thy love.
Juliet: By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Juliet: Thou knowest the mask of the night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment. Doust thou love me? I know thou wilt say"Ay" and iI will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'st
Romeo: By love, that first did prompt me to inquire he lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea I should adventure for such merchandise
Juliet: Thou mayst prove false. At lover's perjuries, They say, jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won. I'll frown and be perverse and 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
Juliet: Than those that have more coying strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess But that thou overheard'st ere I was ware My true-love 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 vow that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops
Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, in'inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable