JULIET: Gallop, you fiery steeds, and pull down the sun's chariot!
Night, spread your dark curtain so that Romeo may come to me and leap into my arms, unseen.
In the darkness, lovers can see by the light of their own beauty.
Or, if love is blind, then it belongs to the darkness.
Come, night—you solemn widow all in black.
Calm the blood that's rushing to my cheeks and teach this shy, restless bird to be tame. In the darkness, show me how to surrender my purity.
Come, Romeo. You shine like daylight in the night, brighter against the darkness than white snow on a raven's wing.
Come, gentle night. Come, loving, dark night. Give me my Romeo. And when I die, take him and cut him out into little stars.