Juliet

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

Towards Phoebus’ lodging; such a wagoner

As Phaëton would whip you to the west,

And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

That th’ runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo

Leap to these arms untalk’d of and unseen!

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

By their own beauties, or, if love be blind,

It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron all in black,

And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.

Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,

With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold,

Think true love acted simple modesty.

Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night,

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

Whiter than