There and Back Again

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale—that is the question.

And I, O wretched fortune, I was born to join in hating, but in loving.

What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word I must probe this matter home.

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Oh! give me but a friend: for I am not / Omniscient like to thee.

I will not charm my tongue. Though in this world we could not stay together, in the next and through each successive world to come until the end of time, we shall be husband and wife.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow / Of the ranged empire fall: here is my space.

Now, gods, stand up for the text is foolish.