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ROMEO AND JULIET. 45 Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion ; therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered, Borneo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops — Juliet. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Borneo. What shall I swear by ? Juliet. L)o not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Borneo. If my heart's dear love — Juliet. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night ; It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night ! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath. May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night ! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast ! Borneo. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?