ROMEO I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me,let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate. Than death prorogued,wanting of thy love. JULIET By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ROMEO By love,who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot;yet,wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea. I would adventure for such merchandise JULIET Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face. Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form,fain,fain deny What I have spoke:but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me?I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word:yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false;at lovers'perjuries Then say,Jove laughs.O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love,pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo;but else,not for the world. In truth,fair Montague,I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me,gentleman,I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange I should have been more strange,I must confess, But that thou overheard'st,ere I was ware, My true love's passion:therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. ROMEO Lady,by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-- JULIET O,swear not by the moon,the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ROMEOROMEO I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. JULIET By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ROMEO By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. JULIET Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops -- JULIET O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ROMEO