"Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare, Act IV

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;

Come you to make confession to this father?

To answer that, I should confess to you.

That is no slander, sir, which is a truth

Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.

God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:

Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy

I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon.

I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon.

Leave me to my self to-night,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.

How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud.

Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.

Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions

The most you sought was her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change.

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;