[Retiring slowly.
Re-enter Juliet, above.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!—O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again![505]
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;[506] 160
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine[507][508]
With repetition of my Romeo's name.[508][509]
Romeo![510]
Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name:[511] 165
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Jul. Romeo!
Rom. My dear?[512]
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
Rom. At the hour of nine.[513]
Jul. I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.[514] 170
I have forgot why I did call thee back.