And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo is coming.

O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.

Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Exit.

Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; I’ll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here: Give me thy hand; ’tis late: farewell; good night.

But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. Exeunt.