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48 BOMEO AND JULIET. Juliet. Eomeo ! Iiomeo. My dear ? Juliet. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee ? Borneo. At the hour of nine. Juliet. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Borneo. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Juliet. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Eemembering how I love thy company. Borneo. 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 farther 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. Borneo. 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 sAveet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow, \_Exit, above. Borneo. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! "Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Photo by Byron
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