NURSE: My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
ROMEO: Do so, and tell my sweet to be ready to scold me.
NURSE: Here, sir, this is a ring she asked me to give you. Please hurry, for it grows late.
ROMEO: How well you've revived my happiness!
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Now get going. Good night.
Everything depends on this: either be gone by the time the watchmen arrive, or leave in disguise after daybreak.
Consider Mantua a holiday. I'll send your servant to update you now and then on your case here. Give me your hand. It's late. Farewell. Goodnight.
ROMEO: If I were not called away by a joy beyond joys, it would be sad to part in such a rush. Farewell!