Nurse. [Within.] Madam!
Jul. By and by; I come:—
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: 152
To-morrow will I send.
Rom. So thrive my soul,—
Jul. A thousand times good-night! Exit.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; 156
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Enter Juliet again.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! O! for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, 160
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.
Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, 165
Like softest music to attending ears!
Jul. Romeo!
Rom. My dear!
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
Rom. By the hour of nine. 168
Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, 172
151 By and by: immediately
159 tassel-gentle: male falcon
