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