Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Romeo

O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo

Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

Juliet

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;

And yet I would it were to give again.

Romeo

Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?

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.

[Nurse calls within.]

Anon, good Nurse! – Sweet Montague be true.

Stay but a little, I will come again.

[Exit.]

Romeo

O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Enter Juliet above.

Juliet

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,

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 lay

And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse

[Within.] Madam.

Juliet

I come, anon.– But if thou meanest not well,

I do beseech thee,-

Nurse

[Within.] Madam.

Juliet

By and by I come-

To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.

Tomorrow will I send.

Romeo

So thrive my soul,-

Juliet

A thousand times good night.

[Exit.]

Romeo

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,

But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.

[Retiring slowly.]

Re-enter Juliet, above.

Juliet

Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’s voice

To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine

With repetition of my Romeo’s name.

Romeo

It is my soul that calls upon my name.

How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears.

Juliet

Romeo!

Romeo

My nyas?

Juliet

What o’clock tomorrow

Shall I send to thee?

Romeo

By the hour of nine.

Juliet

I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then.