JULIET Romeo!
ROMEO My dear?
JULIET At what o’clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee?
ROMEO At the hour of nine.
JULIET I will not fail: ’tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.
ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.
ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.
JULIET ’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton’s bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand.... Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow!
[Once more deep shadow engulfs the scene; and now, out of the dark, harmonious music sounds in strains of passionate wistfulness. So, as the music sounds, on the right, beams of the moon reveal a flowery bank, whereby Lorenzo and Jessica are discovered.]