Juliet:I come, anon.—But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee—
Nurse: Madam!
Juliet: By and by, I come—
To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I send.
Romeo: So thrive my soul—
Juliet: A thousand times good night! [Exit above]
Romeo: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 149–157
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