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.  
                                           [_Nurse calls within._  
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!--  
Anon, good nurse!--Sweet Montague, be true.  
Stay but a little, I will come again.                      
_Romeo_. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,  
Being in night, all this is but a dream,  
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.  
_Re-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 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 lay,  
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.  
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam!  
_Juliet._ I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,  
I do beseech thee--  
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam!  
_Juliet._                        By and by, I come.--  
To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief;  
To-morrow will I send.  
_Romeo._                         So thrive my soul--  
_Juliet._ A thousand times good night!                   
_Romeo._ A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.--  
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,  
But love from love toward 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,  

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