The brightness of her cheek would shame thosestars as daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!
I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Act II Scene III
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name,or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo, doff thy name, and, for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
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 friar’s close cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I’ll procure to come to thee.Good night, good night. Parting is such sweetsorrow that I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.
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