You say you do know not the lady's mind ? Uneven is the course I like it not
I would I knew not why t should be slowed. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Do not deny to him that you love me.
I will confess to you that I love him
O , shut the door, and when and when thou hast done so, come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief
O , bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of any tower, or walk in thievish ways things that make me tremble I will do without fear or doubt to live an unstained wife to my sweet love.
Hold, then. Go home, be merry, give consent to marry Paris. Tomorrow night look that tho lie alone. Take this thou vial, being in bed, and this distilling liquor drink thou off . Now when the morning comes to rouse from thy bed, there art thou, dead.
Give me , give me! O, tell not me of fear !
Hold ! Get you gone. Be strong and prosperous in this resolve. Ill send a friar with speed To Mantua , with my letters to thy lord.