At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? ROMEO At the hour of nine JULIET I will not fail:'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET I 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: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO I 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 above] ROMEO 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 father's cell, His help to crave,and my dear hap to tell. [Exit] Act4 Scene 3 JJULIET Farewell!God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me:At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? ROMEO At the hour of nine. JULIET I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET I 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: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO I 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 above] ROMEO 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 father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit] Act4 Scene 3 JULIET Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me: