Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it
Iul. I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there,
Remembring how I Loue thy company
Rom. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this
Iul. 'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,
And yet no further then a wantons Bird,
That let's it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues,
And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe,
So louing Iealous of his liberty
Rom. I would I were thy Bird
Iul. Sweet so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:
Good night, good night
Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow,
That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow
Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest
Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest,
The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night,
Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light,
And darkenesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles,
From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles.
Hence will I to my ghostly Friers close Cell,
His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.
Enter.
Enter Frier alone with a basket.