1 Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
2 Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bid thee run away.
3 To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
4 Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And by and by my master drew on him, And then I ran away to call the watch.
5 For this time all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me, And Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
6 If, rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it.
7 True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.