"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"Come, gentle night, give me my Romeo!"

"Will you be gone? It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of your ear."

"Poison, I see, has been his timeless end:
O love! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after?"


Juliet

"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."

"O, I am fortune's fool!"

"It was the lark, the herald of the morn.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die."

"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
And, lips, seal with a righteous kiss my fate.
Here's to my love!    Drinks   O true apothecary!
Your drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

                                                                                                   Romeo