JULIET: My sweet, so do I, but I would kill you with too much caressing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I'll say good night until tonight becomes tomorrow.
ROMEO: I wish you sleep, and I wish you peace. And I wish that I were Sleep and Peace, so I could rest there sweetly with you. I'll go now to my Friar confessor's little cell to ask for his help and tell him of my good luck.