Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine
Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
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
Juliet: Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. 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.
O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
Juliet: ’What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again
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 I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—Anon, good nurse.—Sweet Montague, be true.Stay but a little; I will come again.