Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one Rhyme, and I am staisfied; Cry but 'Aye Me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove'. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, by her high forehead and scarlet lip, by her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh.
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny the father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me, in one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove, to turn your households' rancour to pure love.
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; there stays a husband to make you a wife.
Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till Holy Church incorporate two in one.