apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner
Phaethon would whip you to the west,
in cloudy night immediately.
thy close curtain, love-performing night,
runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo
these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.
can see to do their amorous rites
own beauties; or, if love be blind,
agrees with night. Come, civil night,
sober-suited matron, all in black,
me how to lose a winning match,
for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,
black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
true love acted simple modesty.
night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
wilt lie upon the wings of night
than new snow on a raven’s back.
gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,
my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
and cut him out in little stars,
will make the face of heaven so fine
the world will be in love with night
no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have
bought the mansion of a love,
possess’d it, and, though I am sold,
enjoy’d: so tedious is this day
As is the
night before some festival
impatient child that hath new robes
not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
brings news; and every tongue that speaks
name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Nurse, with cords
nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
Romeo bid thee fetch?
what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
well-a-day! he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
undone, lady, we are undone!
day! he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead!
heaven be so envious?
heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
would have thought it? Romeo!
devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.
Romeo slain himself? say thou but ‘I’,
bare vowel ‘I’ shall poison more
death-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not
I, if there be such an I;
eyes shut, that make thee answer ‘I’.
If he be
slain, say ‘I’; or if not, no:
sounds determine of my weal or woe.