1 O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
2 An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
3 Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
4 Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
5 Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death, I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
6 Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
7 Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
8 Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
9 Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate to have it prest With more of thine.
10 Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo.
11 Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
12 I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.
13 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.
14 If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.