Hist, Romeo, hist!

Juliet
Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc’ner’s voice
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of “My Romeo!”

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.

Romeo
It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Alliteration
Like softest music to attending ears!Simile
Juliet
Romeo.
Romeo
My dear.
Juliet
What o’clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
Romeo
By the hour of nine.
Juliet
I will not fail. ’Tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Romeo
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Juliet
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Romeo
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,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo
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 sweet sorrow
That I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.
  She exits.
Romeo
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.Ellipsis
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
  He exits.