I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;  
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.  
Therefore use none; let Romeo hence in haste,  
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.  
Bear hence this body and attend our will;  
Mercy but murthers, pardoning those that kill.  
[_Exeunt._  
SCENE II. _Capulet's Orchard_  
_Enter_ JULIET  
_Juliet._ Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,  
Towards Phœbus' lodging; such a waggoner  
As Phaethon would whip you to the west  
And bring in cloudy night immediately.--  
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing Night,  
That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo  
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.--  
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites  
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,  
It best agrees with night.--Come, civil Night,  
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,  
And learn me how to lose a winning match,  
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.  
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,  
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold  
Think true love acted simple modesty.  
Come, Night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night,  
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of Night  
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.  
Come, gentle Night, come, loving, black-brow'd Night,  
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,  
Take him and cut him out in little stars,  
And he will make the face of heaven so fine  
That all the world will be in love with night  
And pay no worship to the garish sun.--  
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,  
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,  
Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day  
As is the night before some festival  
To an impatient child that hath new robes  
And may not wear them.--O, here comes my nurse,  

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