
My dear?
JULIET
At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
ROMEO
At the hour of nine.
JULIET
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
ROMEO
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
JULIET
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
ROMEO
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
ROMEO
I would I were thy bird.
JULIET
Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Exit above
ROMEO
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.
Exit

My dear?
LOVE
Shall we meet in the morrow?
COMEDY
At which hour the tune plays.
LOVE
I will appear there: until then!
I cannot wait, then, my love.
COMEDY
Allow me to remain, for you shall not forget it
LOVE
I shall not forget, to have thee remain as memory
Reminder of thy company.
COMEDY
And I'll still remain, if but as a ghost in thy garden
Forget me not, dear, forget me not.

'Tis almost morning; I fear you will be called:
and yet, you still remain;
Who allows you to stay, my love?
Who loosens thy chains that bind you to thy door?
How can I know you will be safe upon your next return?
COMEDY
I have Tragedy before me, behind me, and above,
fear not, he watches for me as I for you.
LOVE
Perfection, and I do for you all:
Yet I would miss thee with much cherishing,
so I must say good night, parting with such
sorrow, but knowing you'll be here in the morrow.
Exit above
COMEDY
Sleep, forward unto slumber, rest thy green eyes,
I know now you enter peace,
and as I welcome slumber myself,
for here comes Tragedy as well,
and with his help I will return,
to kiss your lips once more soon.
Exit