_Rom._ The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.[489] _Jul._ I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. _Rom._ Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?[490] 130 _Jul._ But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. 135 I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu![491] [_Nurse calls within._ Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.[492] [_Exit._ _Rom._ O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,[493] Being in night, all this is but a dream, 140 Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.[494] _Re-enter_ JULIET, _above_. _Jul._ Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.[495] If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, 145 Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,[496] And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.[497] _Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam![498] _Jul._ I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,[499] 150 I do beseech thee--[498] _Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam! _Jul._ By and by, I come:-- To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:[500] To-morrow will I send. _Rom._ So thrive my soul,--[501] _Jul._ A thousand times good night! [_Exit._[502] _Rom._ A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.[503] 155 Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.[504] [_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. _Rom._ Let me stand here till thou remember it.