Art thou gone so, love, lord? Ay, husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
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For in a minute there are many days.
Oh, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
JULIET
Are you gone like that, my love, my lord? Yes, my husband, my
friend! I must hear from you every day in the hour. In a minute
there are many days. Oh, by this count I'll be many years
older before I see my Romeo again.
ROMEO
Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
ROMEO
Farewell! I won't miss any chance to send my love to
you.
JULIET
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Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
JULIET
Oh, do you think we'll ever meet again?
ROMEO
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
ROMEO
I have no doubts. All these troubles will give us stories to tell
each other later in life.
JULIET
O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
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As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
JULIET
Oh God, I have a soul that predicts evil things! Now that you are
down there, you look like someone dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight is failing me, or you look pale.
ROMEO
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
ROMEO
And trust me, love, you look pale to me too. Sadness takes away
our color. Goodbye, Goodbye!
Exit ROMEO
ROMEO exits.
JULIET
O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
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If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
JULIET
Oh luck, luck. Everyone says you can't make up your mind.
If you change your mind so much, what are you going to do to Romeo,
who's so faithful? Change your mind, luck. I hope maybe
then you'll send him back home soon.
