JULIET
Well, do not swear. Although I joy
in thee,
I have no joy of this contract
tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too
sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth
cease to be
Ere one can say 'it lightens.'
Sweet, good night.
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.
Well, do not swear. Although I joy
in thee,
I have no joy of this contract
tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too
sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth
cease to be
Ere one can say 'it lightens.'
Sweet, good night.
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.