Love showed me the way—the same thing that made me look for you in the first place. Love told me what to do, and I let love borrow my eyes.
Lady, I swear by the sacred moon above, the moon that paints the tops of fruit trees with silver—
Do you love me? I know you’ll say “yes,” and I’ll believe you. But if you swear you love me, you might turn out to be lyingJove* laughs when lovers lie to each other. Oh Romeo, if you really love me, say it truly. So excuse me, and do not assume that because you made me love you so easily my love isn’t serious.
Don’t swear by the moon. Don't swear at all. The moon is always changing. I don’t want you to turn out to be that inconsistent too.
Oh, are you going to leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction could you possibly have tonight?
I would be satisfied if we made each other true promises of love.
I pledged my love to you before you asked me to. Yet I wish I could take that promise back, so I had it to give again.
You would take it back? Why would you do that, my love?
Only to be generous and give it to you once more. My generosity to you is as limitless as the sea, and my love is as deep. Both loves are infinite.
I hear a noise inside. Sweet Montague, be true. Stay here for a moment. I’ll come back.