Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I’ll believe thee.
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
What shall I swear by?
Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
If my heart’s dear love—
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.— Anon, good nurse.—Sweet Montague, be true
But to be frank and give it thee again. 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
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again.
O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,Being in night, all this is but a dream,Too flattering sweet to be substantial