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:

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