Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
86 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
87 For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
88 Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
89 What I have spoke, but farewell compliment!
90 Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay,"
91 And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
92 Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
93 They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
94 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
95 Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
96 I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
97 So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
98 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
99 And therefore thou mayst think my behavior light,
100 But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
101 Than those that have more coying to be strange.
102 I should have been more strange, I must confess,
103 But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
104 My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
105 And not impute this yielding to light love,
106 Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Desiree Hurt and Deceived
- 15 years, 10 months, 2 days ago
