Page 3168 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true [100]
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 passion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love [105]
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver afll these fruit-tree tops -

JULIET

O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb, [110]
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

What shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all.
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.

ROMEO

If my heart’s dear love - [115]

JULIET

Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight:
It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ’It lightens’. Sweet, good night. [120]
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.