Parting is such sweet sorrow

William Shakespeare · Romeo and Juliet

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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

By the hour of nine.

JULIET

I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone; and yet no further than a wanton's bird, who lets it hop a little from her hand, like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, and with a silk thread plucks it back again, so loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO

I would I were thy bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I: yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

ROMEO

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.