Romeo

Oh what a wonderful timeless night. For I have spent it with my star and now our marriage is consumated. For now though I must be off to Mantua where I will waste my days in exile. But alas we shall meet again for i have no doubt of that. My love trys to fool me sayng that the nightingale is singing but when listened to more closely tis the lark that sings signaling morning. While I am ready to leave my sweet juliet tells me of her worries that we shall never meet again. I tell my love, "I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come!"