| JULIET | | Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, | |
| | | Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner | |
| | | As Phaethon would whip you to the west, | |
| | | And bring in cloudy night immediately. | |
| | | Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, | 5 |
| | | That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo | |
| | | Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. | |
| | | Lovers can see to do their amorous rites | |
| | | By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, | |
| | | It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, | 10 |
| | | Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, | |
| | | And learn me how to lose a winning match, | |
| | | Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: | |
| | | Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, | |
| | | With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, | 15 |
| | | Think true love acted simple modesty. | |
| | | Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; | |
| | | For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night | |
| | | Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. | |
| | | Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, | 20 |
| | | Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, | |
| | | Take him and cut him out in little stars, | |
| | | And he will make the face of heaven so fine | |
| | | That all the world will be in love with night | |
| | | And pay no worship to the garish sun. | 25 |
| | | O, I have bought the mansion of a love, | |
| | | But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, | |
| | | Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day | |
| | | As is the night before some festival | |
| | | To an impatient child that hath new robes | 30 |
| | | And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, | |
| | | And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks | |
| | | But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. | |
| | | [Enter Nurse, with cords] | |
| | | Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords | |
| | | That Romeo bid thee fetch? | 35 |