"is the day so young?"
"ay me, sad hours seem long. was that my father that went hence so fast?"
"not having that which, having, makes them short."
"out."
"out of her favour where i am in love."
"…have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"oh then, dear saint, let lips do what hands to: they pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"then move not, while my prayer's effect i take."
"thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg'd."
"sin from my lips? oh trespass sweetly urg'd. give me my sin again."
sin from my lips? oh trespass sweetly urg'd. give me my sin again."
"you kiss by th' book."
"what is her mother?"
"is she a capulet" oh dear account. my life is my foe's debt."
"ay, so i fear; the more is my unrest."
"the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp. her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. see how she leans her cheek upon her hand. o that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek.
"she speaks.
"shall i hear more or shall i speak at this?"
"…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…"
"alack, there lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords! look thou but sweet, and i am proof against their enmity."
i have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes; and but thou love me, let them find me here.
"o wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
"the exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."
"oh blessed blessed night."