Romeo. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.—
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love [toward school] with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly.
Re-enter Juliet, above
Juliet. Hist! Romeo, hist!—O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this [tassel-gentle] back again!
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her [airy tongue] more hoarse than mine
With repetition of my Romeo's name.