• JULIET

    170Romeo!

    ROMEO

     My nyas?

    JULIET

       What o'clock tomorrow
    Shall I send to thee?

    ROMEO

       By the hour of nine.

    JULIET

    I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
    I have forgot why I did call thee back.

    ROMEO

    Let me stand here till thou remember it.

    JULIET

    175I 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.
    180And yet no further than a wanton’s bird,
    That lets it hop a little from his hand
    Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
    And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
    So loving-jealous of his liberty.

    ROMEO

    185I 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 JULIET, above
  • JULIET

    Romeo!

    ROMEO

    My baby hawk?

    JULIET

    What time tomorrow should I send a messenger to you?

    ROMEO

    By nine o'clock.

    JULIET

    I won’t fail. From now until then seems like twenty years. I have forgotten why I called you back.

    ROMEO

    Let me stand here until you remember your reason.

    JULIET

    I’ll forget it, and you’ll have to stand there forever. I’ll only remember how much I love your company.

    ROMEO

    I’ll keep standing here, even if you keep forgetting. I’ll forget that I have any home besides this spot right here.

    JULIET

    It’s almost morning. I want to make you go, but I’d only let you go as far as a spoiled child lets his pet bird go. He lets the bird hop a little from his hand and then yanks him back by a string.

    ROMEO

    I wish I was your bird.

    JULIET

    My sweet, so do I. But I would kill you by petting you too much. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I’ll say good night until tonight becomes tomorrow.
    JULIET exits.