1 Now must I to the monument alone.
2 I'll not to bed tonight, let me alone.
3 Wednesday is tomorrow; Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
4 Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
5 Come, come with me, and we will make short work, For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one.
6 So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you, For I am sure you have your hands full all In this so sudden business.
7 Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, A bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.
8 Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred's vault, Meaning to keep her closely at my cell Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.
9 Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway; And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears, Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society.