JULIET: A thousand times, good night.
ROMEO: I'm a thousand times worse now that I'm missing your light. A lover goes toward his beloved as eagerly as a student leaving his books, but he leaves her with a heavy look, like a schoolboy off to classes.
JULIET: Hist, Romeo, hist!
Oh, I wish I could make a falconer's call, so I could bring my little falcon back again.
I'm trapped in my family's house, so I must be quiet. Otherwise, I'd rip open the cave where Echo* sleeps. I'd make her repeat his name until her voice grew hoarser than mine, repeating "Romeo!" "Romeo!"
ROMEO: My soul is calling out my name. How silver-sweet is the sound of lovers calling each others' names by night! It's the sweetest sound a lover ever hears!
*Echo = A scorned nymph who wasted away until only her voice was left