JULIET: Three words, dear Montague, and then it's good night indeed. If your intentions are honorable...
...And your goal is marriage, send me word tomorrow.
Reply to the messenger I send you, and tell me where and when you will perform the ceremony. And I'll lay all my fortunes at your feet and follow you, my lord, throughout the world.
JULIET: I'll be right there.
...But if you do not mean well, I beg you...
JULIET: All right, I'm coming!
...I beg you to cease these efforts and leave me to my grief.
Tomorrow I'll send the messenger.
ROMEO: My soul depends on it.