Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight
Fain would I dwell on form- Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; But farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay”;
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lover’s perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay.
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth fair Montaque, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light.