Balcony Scene Lines

Romeo:
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief


Juliet:
Ay me!

Romeo:
She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel

Juliet:
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet”
O, be some other name!


Romeo:
“I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Juliet:
“What man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night
So stumblest on my counsel?

Romeo:
“By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee”


Juliet:
“I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
”
Romeo:
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike
“With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Juliet:
If they do see thee, they will murder thee

Romeo:
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here;
”
Juliet:
“O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world.
I must confess,
But that thou overheardst, ere I was ware,
My true-love 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 vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—


Juliet:
“O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”


Romeo:
What shall I swear by?

Juliet:
Do not swear at all, and I’ll believe thee.

Romeo:
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet:
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo:
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it

Juliet:
“Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite”
“Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow”



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 friar’s close cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell”