JULIET: Ay me [yawn]

ROMEO: [half asleep] Was that the lark?

JULIET: It was the luncheon bell.

ROMEO: Oh no! [leaps out of bed] Julie-e-et, where be my blue doublet?

[...]

NURSE: Be merry. Feast thine eyes on fresh gallants; re-kindle loving embers to re-heat thy day-old husband when the feast is o’er

JULIET: I will look, and yet not seek to touch. Thanks Nurse. [Aside] But touched and whetted once before, love’s first keen edge grows dull with use and craves another grinding. [To Nurse] Nurse, what shall I wear?

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: MacDonald, Ann-Marie. Goodnight Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet). Vintage Canada, Toronto, Canada, 1998. pp. 53-59.