Juliet appears on balcony, with watering-pot.
Jul.—I have been thinking so much about that young man I met at the ball that I nearly forgot my poor flowers. There’s somebody in the garden. Who can it be?
Rom.—Have you forgotten me so soon, then?
Jul.—I have not forgotten you. But you have done wrong to come here; if my father saw you he would give you in charge.
Rom.—I have been thinking of you for the last two hours.
Jul.—And I have been thinking of you. How strange that we should think of one another!
Rom.—We must be in love.
Jul.—What is love?
Rom.—The very question I asked myself five minutes ago.
Jul.—What a lovely night! And look at the stars! Are they far off?