Juliet

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form- fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay’;
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou may prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those who have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But thou overheard’st, ere I was aware,
My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath so discovered. – Juliet, Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene II