ROMEO: My little bird?
JULIET: What time tomorrow should I send the messenger to you?
ROMEO: By nine o'clock.
JULIET: I won't fail. From now until then seems like twenty years.
...I've forgotten why I called you back.
ROMEO: Let me stand here till you remember.
JULIET: I'll forget it, to have you stand there forever. I only remember how I love your company.
ROMEO: I'll keep standing here, even if you keep forgetting. I'll forget that I have any home besides this spot right here.
JULIET: It's almost morning. I'd let you leave, but only as far as a spoiled child lets her pet bird hop away before pulling it back with a silken thread tied around its legs, like a poor prisoner in twisted chains.
ROMEO: I wish I was your bird.