[Enter Angel]

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Buffy is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Ay me!

She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

'Tis but soulless nature and evil nature,
Thy undead flesh and inability to have children,
Walk in the sunlight, that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a vampire.
What's Vampire? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Well, maybe the wrinkly forehead and teeth,
But no part of any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other soul!
Take all myself.

I take thee at thy word:
For I have a soul, Gypsy curse, long story
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Angelus, but only your Angel.

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Angel,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair vampire, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

If my heart's dear love--

Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy’d: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
The favor of your affections

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

[Exit Riley]