[Enter Juliet]
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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 02:43 am
O, what a place is this! more than friend, foe
Mine eye doth seem to see; and yet in fear,
I shall quake not, if find I yet my Romeo;
An have I him, then shall I call all faces dear.
Ay, quick, then, speak! and tell me only this,
If Romeo shouldst live, and live herein; speak, quick!
For mine heart's ache can bear no more of silence,
When it be silence of Romeo, then doth it shift
To be no silence, but Death's loathsome bell,
For lacking a Romeo, this world doth lack all grace,
Then should I find myself once more in Hell,
With silent tears to be found 'pon my face.
No palmer's holy kiss, nor balm of sweetest thrall:
An I live without my love, it be no life at all.
Mine eye doth seem to see; and yet in fear,
I shall quake not, if find I yet my Romeo;
An have I him, then shall I call all faces dear.
Ay, quick, then, speak! and tell me only this,
If Romeo shouldst live, and live herein; speak, quick!
For mine heart's ache can bear no more of silence,
When it be silence of Romeo, then doth it shift
To be no silence, but Death's loathsome bell,
For lacking a Romeo, this world doth lack all grace,
Then should I find myself once more in Hell,
With silent tears to be found 'pon my face.
No palmer's holy kiss, nor balm of sweetest thrall:
An I live without my love, it be no life at all.
