I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.Stay but a little, I will come again.
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thy bent of love be honourable,Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,By one that I'll procure to come to thee,Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll layAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Sweet, so would I:Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! parting is suchsweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be morrow.