SCENE: Juliet's (rather dark) bedroom.
Romeo, oh Romeo... um... where art thou, Romeo?
Methinks I'm nearing thee, but it is hard to tell;
With curtains drawn, and no light from the moon or stars
'Tis dark within these chamber walls, and - OW!
Pr'thee, take care, my love, lest in this wretched dusk
Thou stumblest and dost bark thy shin upon my bed!
I thank thee, though too late, alas; by Eos, I ask
That thou turnest a lamp on, that I might gaze
Upon thy beauty and not bump my head against thy -
Oh, Romeo, thy brow is noble, yet so hard. I fear,
I am by headache stricken.
Say 'tain't so!
For I've begun disrobing and I've... I'll just... (stumbles) OW!
A plague on these my trousers! I have fallen.
As have I for thee -
- and I can't get up.
I pray thee, give me light that I might extricate
Myself from this entanglement of garments!
Hush, my lord, my love, make not such noise!
But soft! What light beyond the door approaches?
It is my father! I fear we shall be busted.
Quick, hide thyself within my closet!
Though it be dark and I am battered, this I'll manage.
Ah, thy closet door is soft and yielding, just like -
Yielding? Nay, it's made of oak, and - Romeo!
That is not the closet, but the -
AAAAAH! (distant thud) Ow.
- curtains to my window. How dost thou?
That was a mighty fall; I fear I am hurt.
Ask for me to-morrow; now I need an apothecary.
Goodnight, sweet prince!
Thou quotest from the wrong - oh, never mind. G'night.