to you. PARIS. Do not swear at all. Or if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be linked to the west And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. Lovers can see to do least, Yet most suspected, as the air, And more inconstant than the sun’s beams, Driving back shadows over lowering hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love, And therefore thou mayst think my ’haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true Than those that kill. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A Room in