Romeo. It is my soul that calls upon my name;
How [silver-sweet] sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to [attending] ears!
Juliet. Romeo!
Romeo. My dear?
Juliet. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
Romeo. At the hour of nine.
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Juliet. I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then.