The meal's delicious and the company even better, the awkward moment created by Mario's appearance earlier all but forgotten. Now, they're strolling through the streets of Verona, arm in arm, enjoying the warm night and taking in the sights of the city by moonlight. They pass by Juliet's balcony, and though of course they can't go in at this time of night, they still stop to look at it.
"We'll come back during the day tomorrow," she says. "Then we can go inside."
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she," he quotes softly.
"Impressive, Harry," she smiles. "Perhaps tomorrow we can give a performance for all the tourists at Juliet's balcony."
"Not really my style, Ruth," he winks. "Any performances I give are given in private."
"Is that so?" she replies. "And what does one need to do to be invited to such a performance?"
"I'm sure you'll figure it out, Ruth," he smirks. "You're a very intelligent woman."
"Why, thank you, Harry," she grins as they resume walking and she steers them back home.
When they get there, she unlocks the door and enters, leaving Harry to close and lock it behind them while she makes her way to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, "If you'd like some whisky, Harry, I bought some yesterday. It's in the second cupboard on the right in the kitchen. Get us each a glass, will you?"
When she returns to the room, he's sitting in the arm chair with two glasses of whisky perched on the coffee table in front of him. He's leaning back, his head tilted upwards, and his eyes are closed. She watches him for a few seconds, taking him in, admiring him, marvelling at how sexy he looks without even trying. Then quietly, she walks over to her iPod docking station and turns it on, slipping her iPod into it and selecting the playlist entitled 'Harry', a collection of songs that always remind her of him. As she dims the lights and turns to face him, the first notes of 'Never had a dream come true' begin to play and she notices that his eyes are no longer closed; he's watching her.
Swaying her hips, gently to the rhythm of the song, she moves towards him, leaning down over him, running her hands smoothly up from his knees to his hips and back. His hands reach for her, but she steps back shaking her head and murmuring, "No touching, Harry." She watches as he lowers his hands back to the arm rests, watching her intently as she continues to move, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it slip down her body, gradually revealing her smooth, tanned skin, and her white, lacy bra and matching underwear. She can hear his breathing change as she steps out of the dress that's pooled at her ankles and turns away from him, bending over to pick it up with her back towards him, giving him an enticing view of her bum before straightening up slowly and flinging the dress onto a nearby chair. She turns around and walks back to him, bending over to pick up her glass of whisky and giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
"Ruth," he moans and she can see him shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"Poor, baby," she murmurs, and taking a sip of her drink, she puts the glass down and approaches him, gliding her hands over his thighs again towards his crotch.
"Ruth," he sighs as her hands slip to his belt and begin to undo it before moving on to the button and zip of his trousers.
"That's better," she smiles as his erection pushes up out of the confines of his trousers, still cloaked by the material of his boxer shorts.
She sits across his lap then and leans forwards, kissing his soft lips but pulling back quickly, moving off his lap and standing again, walking away as she removes her bra with her back towards him. He's panting now in anticipation as slowly she turns and he gets his first glimpse of her naked breasts.
"Oh, God, Ruth," he growls. "You're gorgeous. Come here."
"Only if you promise not to touch," she smiles.
His gaze turns fierce as he protests, "This is torture, Ruth."
"There will be ample compensation if you trust me," she smiles and waits until he nods before moving towards him. She picks up a glass of whisky on the way, and slipping out of her heels, she straddles him once more, making sure to sit far enough back on his legs so that she's not touching his groin. Then she dips two fingers in the whisky and lets the drops fall onto her breasts. They slide along her skin and collect on her nipples as she sucks her fingers clean and slowly rises onto her knees, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning forwards, towards his mouth. It's already open in anticipation and both of their breathing is heavy as the moment of first contact between them approaches.
But apparently, Harry's decided that two can play at this game of teasing, so he takes his time, using the very tip of his tongue to lap up the whisky, his tongue barely making contact with her skin. She pulls back and drips more whisky onto her breasts, spreading it around this time so that it's everywhere, but still he resists giving her what she wants. His licks are swift and far between and it's driving her crazy. With a frustrated moan, she pulls back, standing in front of him as she downs the remaining whisky and places the glass back on the table. She sees the satisfied smirk on his lips and watches with gratification as it disappears when she bends over him, her hand slowly tugging on his boxer shorts until his hardness pops out of the opening without her touching him.
"Mmmm," she hums in appreciation as she kneels before him. "Not only are you gorgeous, Harry, but you're huge too."
"Ruth," he moans, closing his eyes as she lowers her mouth towards him, bathing him in her warm breath and licking him gently, fleetingly like he'd done to her a moment ago. He groans loudly, wantonly, desperately, and it's her undoing. For a fleeting second, she realises that she's lost the game of self-control that they've started, that she's the one to break first. She's not surprised by this really, and less then a second later, she doesn't even care.
With a sigh of pleasure, she grabs his hips with her hands and takes him into her mouth, letting him slide into her as deeply as she can manage, feeling him hit the back of her throat and sucking on him hard, before sliding him out again and repeating her motion, enjoying the sheer pleasure of it more with every stroke. Her hands move to join her mouth in its pleasureful game, her left hand grabbing hold of his shaft and twisting around it, her right slipping through the opening of his boxers and gently cupping his balls that are already nestled tightly against his body. His breathing is harsh now and she can tell that he's close without needing to hear his verbal warning.
"Ruth, I'm so close," he moans, his hands threading through her hair and tugging her head up, but she resists and doesn't stop until she feels his pelvic floor muscles contract and his semen pulse through his penis, spilling into her mouth. He groans loudly and whispers her name as he comes, just like he'd done over the phone earlier in the week.
"Mmmm," she hums. "You taste delicious too."
His eyes are closed and he sighs contentedly as she presses a soft kiss against him and raises herself off her knees, standing before him and feeling very pleased with herself. Then she grabs the other whisky glass off the table and straddles him, taking a sip of the drink as she watches his eyelids slide open. She smiles at the contented expression on his face, feeling her heart burn with love for him as he gazes at her, his eyelids drooping slightly, and his gaze warm and loving.
"Now," she murmurs, "was that good enough to get an invitation to one of your performances?"
He chuckles softly and replies, "That'll get you into several, Ruth."
She dips her fingers into the glass and begins to smear the whisky over her breasts again, and this time, he doesn't hold back. She sees the change in his eyes as the look of lazy contentment is quickly replaced by passion. He dips his head forwards as his arms slip behind her, his warm hands sliding up her back as his mouth comes down on her breasts, his tongue lapping up the whisky with long, firm stokes, starting from the outside and working his way towards her nipple until, eventually, he sucks it into his warm mouth.
"Oh, Harry," she sighs, feeling the hot tendrils of desire radiate out from her core as she leans back against his strong arms, arching her back and pressing her chest towards him.
"Is this the spot, Ruth?" he murmurs against her skin before pressing his tongue and lips to the spot just below the nipple of her left breast.
"Oh, yes," she breathes, sliding her right hand through his hair and pulling him down towards her while she desperately tries to concentrate on not spilling the whisky.
"Here," he murmurs after a bit, lifting his head and taking it from her hand. He tips the rest into his mouth and places the empty glass on the table before pulling her towards him for a kiss. She parts her lips below his and feels the whisky rush into her mouth from his, coating her tongue with fire. She pulls back in surprise and swallows, seeing him do the same and hearing him say in a low rumble, "I need you in bed."
She lifts herself off his lap slowly as he refastens his trousers, her hands still resting on his shoulders, but the moment her feet touch the floor and he can raise himself from the armchair, she feels his strong arms wrap round her and lift her off the ground. Her arms tighten their grip instinctively as her legs wrap round his middle.
"Kiss me," he growls and she does, pressing her lips to his as he begins to walk slowly towards the bedroom, his hands cupping her bottom, his fingers sliding round to rub against her wet folds through her lacy knickers, his tongue delving into her mouth.
"Christ, Ruth," he murmurs against her neck as they reach the bed and tumble onto it. "You're soaking wet."
"I'm always soaking wet when I'm near you," she replies and moans as his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth, begin to explore her skin, nipping and sucking on her neck before moving lower, to her breasts, her stomach, her navel, her hips. By the time he reaches her inner thighs, she's writhing with every touch, twisting her body round to try to get him to move his oh-so-talented mouth to the throbbing slickness between her legs. "Please, Harry," she begs.
She's so very sexy and beautiful with her face flushed, her eyes closed, and her lower lip caught gently between her teeth as she moans softly. He pulls back a little to admire her before sliding two fingers along her folds over her damp knickers, watching her squirm under his touch as he moves along achingly slowly, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the bed covers as she tilts her pelvis towards his touch.
"Please," she begs again and gasps as his fingertips brush against her tight bundle of nerves.
"You're exquisite, Ruth," he murmurs huskily. "I've thought about this, imagined it so many times, but the reality is so much better. You take my breath away."
She whimpers softly as his fingers slide back over her and moans, "Please, Harry," opening her eyes to look at him. He's unable to look away as their gazes meet, the intensity of the passion he sees in her eyes rendering him incapable of coherent thought. As if being reeled in by an invisible fishing line, he feels himself move forwards, leaning over her until his lips are pressed against hers, his forearms supporting his weight and his hands sliding into her hair, cradling her head and holding her captive as he devours her with his lips and grinds himself against her. He's still wearing all his clothes except for his shoes, but he doesn't even register this as he slides his hardness over her tender heat repeatedly, his lust filled mind unable to stop or process anything but the exquisite bliss of having her beneath him like this. Then he feels her shudder below him, moaning into his mouth as she comes, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her orgasm overtakes her, and it brings him back to his senses.
He lifts his head to look at her, watching her face as it relaxes, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her lips, and when her eyelids part and she looks up at him, a small smile plays on her lips. "Wow," is all she says, but the tenderness in her warm, sated gaze makes his heart overflow and he suddenly feels on top of the world.
"My heart is ever at your service," he quotes Shakespeare softly, watching as her face lights up with a warm, delighted smile.
"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," she replies.
He grins and murmurs, "Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
"A true Shakespeare connoisseur," she smiles and then adds softly, "I would not wish any companion in the world but you."
"I love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty," he replies and seeing her about to open her mouth to speak again, he silences her with a kiss.
When they come up for air, she protests, "You use very unfair tactics, Harry."
"All's fair in love and war," he murmurs near her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe. "Besides, you have to let me win sometimes, Ruth. Even though we both know that you're smarter, stronger, and much better looking than me, I am a man and I need my ego stroked from time to time."
"Would it help if I confessed that, that was the best orgasm I've ever had?" she smiles.
"It would indeed, Ruth," he murmurs against her lips. "In fact, that's even better than letting me win our little Shakespeare competition just now."
She laughs softly and slips her arms round his neck, pulling him towards her for a kiss. Her lips part below his and her tongue ventures out to brush softly against his, her fingers tangling in his hair. He kisses her back, bringing his tongue forwards to dance with hers, running his thumbs along her jaw and pressing himself against her again. He feels her hands slip down to his shoulders through the collar of his shirt, her nails scrapping against his skin and making him groan in pleasure. When he pulls away for air, she slides her hands down his sides, grabbing hold of his shirt and tugging it upwards as she murmurs, "Take this off, Harry. I need to feel you."
"Okay," he smiles and pushes himself off her, pulling his shirt over his head before leaning over her once more, bringing his mouth to her breasts, caressing them with his lips and tongue as she runs her nails across his shoulders, making him almost shiver with pleasure.
"Oh, Harry," she moans softly as he sucks gently on her nipple, "I want you. I want you now, Harry."
"In a moment," he murmurs against her skin. "There's something I have to do first, something I've wanted to do for years."
"What's that?" she asks breathlessly.
"I want to taste you," he smiles as he lifts his head up to look at her. Her breathing changes, her eyes darkening further with desire as he slowly crawls backwards down the bed without breaking eye contact with her. Soon she's panting in anticipation as he gently pushes her legs open, murmuring, "Open up for me, Sweetheart."
"Harry," she breathes as he runs the back of his knuckles along her folds over her lacy underwear.
"Yes, my Ruth?" he murmurs, dipping his finger underneath the elastic of her knickers at the leg opening and sliding it gently over her slick heat.
"Please, Harry," she begs, whimpering softly and lifting her pelvis towards his touch.
"You were right, my love," he says huskily, running his finger back up across her folds before dipping it slowly into her warm core and making her moan. "Increasing the anticipation makes the event so much better... amazing, in fact... like waiting to open a Christmas present, carefully peeling back the tape without tearing the paper, waiting until all of it has been removed before slowly unwrapping it to reveal the most exquisite sight of all." He pulls his finger out again and begins to lower his mouth towards her tender heat, whispering, "Next time I do this, Ruth, it will no longer be the first time. I'll already know your sweet taste, your perfect beauty, your exquisite fragrance. I will love it just as much, but it won't be my first time. And this first time is so very special." He opens his mouth and exhales softly against her, and he can hear her whimper as he closes the gap and sucks on her clit through the thin material of her knickers.
"Oh, Harry," she cries, bringing her hands to his head and pushing him firmly towards her.
He brings his hand forwards and pushes aside her panties, admiring her beauty for a few moments before he begins to lick her, lapping up her juices with delight, loving her taste, her smell, her cries of approval. "Mmm," he hums. "You taste so good, Ruth. I can't get enough of you."
He dips his tongue into her entrance and she moans in pleasure, so he repeats it again and again, slowly at first and then faster until he can tell that she's close to tumbling over her second peak. Then he slides his fingers slowly into her and curls them forwards as he sucks hard on her clit, sending her straight over the edge and making her cry out in ecstasy as she shudders beneath his lips, moaning his name.
Pulling out of her slowly and raising his head to look at her, he's struck by her beauty. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks and lips flushed, her hair spread across the pillow. He's imagined her like this so many times, and yet the reality is so much more dazzling and precious that it takes his breath away. He stands up and quickly strips out of the rest of his clothes before reaching down and pulling her knickers off. Her eyes open as she feels them slip down her legs and he experiences a new surge of passion when he sees her luminous, blue eyes gazing adoringly up at him.
"Ruth," he murmurs, "I want you. I'm aching to be inside you. Do you want me to use a condom?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Not you, Harry. I want to feel you, all of you, everywhere. I'm on the pill and I got tested this week. I'm clean."
"So am I," he smiles and kisses her lips softly.
"That was amazing," she sighs.
He hovers over her, smiling before murmuring softly, "If you think that was amazing, wait until you feel this." Then he presses himself slowly into her, hearing her low moan of pleasure and feeling her vaginal muscles ripple around him, hugging him tightly. He pulls out slowly and nudges back in, pushing in a little deeper, before repeating the motion, gently stretching her until she can accommodate all of him.
"Oh, God, Harry," she sighs as he pauses inside her. "You feel so good. You're so large and thick."
"I'm glad you like it," he replies, sliding his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.
"Are you kidding?" she asks in surprise. "What's there not to like?"
"I have been told that I'm a little too large on a number of occasions," he explains huskily.
"Well, this isn't going to be one of them," she sighs, squeezing him tightly inside her. "You're just perfect."
"Ruth," he murmurs softly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, "my Ruth." Then he starts to move, gently sliding in and out of her as their gazes remain locked together and she tilts her pelvis up to meet him, her fingers caressing his back, his shoulders, his neck, his chest. She looks so beautiful, her eyes soft and full of love, her face flushed and glowing with happiness and desire. "I love you, my Ruth," he whispers and kisses her lips tenderly. "I love you."
"I love you too," she smiles as she runs gentle fingers across his cheek, tracing the lines around his mouth, running her thumb across his lips. "Why did it take us so long, Harry?" she asks softly.
He stills inside her, resting a moment as he gazes at her with adoring eyes. "I don't know," he murmurs. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Is this all you want, Harry?" she asks, her eyes scanning his face, searching his gaze.
"You know it's not," he replies with a soft smile. "When it comes to you, Ruth, I want everything."
"Everything?" she asks.
"Yes, everything," he nods. "Your heart, your body, your soul."
"My soul?" she smiles.
"Yes," he murmurs. "You complete me, Ruth. I never believed in soul-mates until I met you... and lost you. But now I know you are my soul-mate and I need you to be happy; I'm empty without you. I have nothing to live for, nothing to fight for, nothing to keep me going."
"I never realised quite how romantic you are, Harry," she murmurs softly, following the lines of his jaw back to his ears with gentle fingers and running them through the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
"Just don't tell anyone," he whispers, pressing another kiss against her lips.
"Your secret's safe with me," she smiles. "So does this mean you want me to come home with you?"
"Yes," he nods. "I want to share my home with you. I want you to live with me, to stay with me always."
"I'd love to," she murmurs and pulls his head down for a deep, passionate kiss.
He begins to move again, slowly gliding in and out of her, feeling her exquisite softness surround him. "You're so perfect, Ruth," he moans as he picks up the tempo, sliding in deeper and faster.
"Harry," she groans heavily, her eyes drifting closed with every thrust even as she struggles to keep them open. "Yes, like that. Oh, don't stop." And he doesn't, moving inside her, fast and hard until, moments later, she comes, gasping for breath as she clenches him tightly inside her, triggering his own release.
He groans as his body tenses and thrusts into her hard, spilling his seed inside her deepest, most secret place and murmuring her name before he stills, his forehead coming to rest against her shoulder as he supports his weight on his forearms, his heart overflowing with love for her. Her fingers trace patterns across his sweat dampened back as they lie still, his lips finding the delicate skin of her neck, pressing soft kisses against it repeatedly while their heart rates and breathing slow. He raises his head then and seeks out her eyes with his own, delighting in the look of pure bliss and devotion that he sees directed at him. Tears of happiness gather in her eyes and one of them rolls down her cheek, so he bends down to kiss it way. "I'm so happy I could burst," she whispers. "I never knew it could be this good, Harry. I wish I'd never walked away from you. I must have been mad to refuse a second date with you... to refuse this."
"Not mad, Ruth," he smiles, slipping gently out of her and rolling them over onto their sides. He gathers her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, fitting snugly under his chin as his hand strokes her hair tenderly. "I didn't do enough to reassure you that what we had was special, that for me it would last a lifetime. It's my fault as much as it is yours, even more so, I think, because I failed to protect you. I let Oliver force our hand and use you to get to me. I should have been prepared for that and I'll never forgive myself for that lapse in judgement. It might have cost us so much more; it might have cost us everything."
She pulls back to look at him, lifting her hand to trace his face with her fingers once more, smoothing away the wrinkles on his forehead that have appeared as he frowns, and smiling fondly at him. "But it didn't," she murmurs, "and next time, we'll be ready... I love you so very much, Harry, that I can't even begin to describe it. Somehow even those three little words seem inadequate to express what's in my heart. Thank you for clearing my name, thank you for everything you've done for me, but most of all, Harry, thank you for loving me."
"I'll always love you, Ruth," he smiles, kissing the very tip of her nose softly. "The moment I take my last breath, many, many years from now I hope, my last thought will be of you and my heart will be overflowing with love for you." She smiles and presses her lips to his tenderly. When she pulls back, he quotes, "You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."
"Who said that?" she asks, realising perhaps from his tone that he's quoting.
"Sir Arthur Conan Doyle," he replies, "in The White Company."
"And when's the last time you read that, Harry?" she smiles.
"Oh, I don't know," he says. "It's been a while, but I've always liked that line. I confess that I memorised it when I was at University, thinking that it would make a very good pick up line."
"So you've used it before," she grins in amusement.
"Honestly," he murmurs, "I can't remember, but if I have, I've never meant it more than I did just now."
"Like I said," she sighs happily, "a true romantic, Harry."
"That's because our souls are made of the same stuff, Ruth," he smiles and presses a kiss to her hair.
"Catherine showed you the postcard I sent," she laughs.
"Yes," he admits. "I think that perhaps my daughter's also a romantic. That's the reason she gave for agreeing to see you... because your words were so romantic."
"She's very much like you," she agrees. "I really like her."
"I assure you the feeling's mutual," he murmurs. "She said you're lovely and that you're very good for me."
She smiles up at him, her gaze scanning his face lovingly, and then asks, "What?"
"Nothing," he replies innocently.
"What else did she say about me?" she asks, reading the fact that he's holding something back with so much ease that it alarms him a little.
He sighs and murmurs grudgingly, "If you must know, she said that you make me soft and cuddly."
"You are soft and cuddly, Harry, especially around the middle," she agrees, squeezing her arm round his waist. "Like a great, big teddy bear."
"Thanks a lot, Ruth," he says sarcastically. "That's just what every man wants to hear."
"And a knight in shining armour," she amends, "who valiantly rallies against all odds, fighting for the honour and protecting the life of his beloved lady."
"I like the sound of that, Ruth," he grins and presses a fierce kiss to her lips. "Will you be my lady?"
"You know I will," she smiles.
"Lady Pearce?" he asks quickly in a moment of daring.
She frowns and searches his gaze carefully for several moments before she says, "Well, there would be two prerequisites for that, Harry."
"Which are?" he murmurs a little breathlessly.
"Firstly, you'd need to be knighted," she replies, "and secondly, you'd need to propose."
"And what do you think your answer might be if I did?" he asks, hiding his nerves as best he can.
"I think I might be persuaded to accept in time," she smiles. "It's perhaps a little soon now, after two dates and one night of passion, but after living with you for a little while, I'm sure I'll be very happy to consider the proposal."
He grins and presses another fiercely intense kiss to her lips. "You make me very happy, Ruth," he murmurs.
"I'm glad," she smiles. Then she looks at him shrewdly and adds, "You already have the knighthood, don't you?"
"What makes you say that?" he asks in surprise.
"The fact that you brought it up," she replies. "I know the contempt you have for titles, Harry. The only reason you would have mentioned it is if you've already got one, most likely against your expressed wishes, in spite of your very vocal protests, and with your very reluctant, eventual consent." Then she smiles, and wiggling her eyebrows, she asks, "So have I just been shagged by a knight of the realm, Harry?"
A warm, delighted laugh escapes him at her words, and he sighs happily as he pulls her close, murmuring, "I do love you so very much, my Ruth."
"I love you too, Sir Harry," she murmurs against his chest.
"Just Harry, Ruth," he smiles. "There's no need to be formal."
"Maybe there's no need, Harry," she grins, "but I happen to think it's rather sexy. Sir Henry James Pearce, what is it? KBE?"
"Yes," he admits quietly, "and if you think it's sexy, then perhaps it isn't as useless or as much of a waste of time as I'd originally thought."
She cuddles up to him and murmurs sleepily, "Everything about you is sexy, Harry. Surely you've noticed how women seem to flock to your side. I'm still somewhat amazed that I'm the one you've chosen."
"I've been waiting for you all my life, Ruth," he replies. "The one woman who sees me, who I really am, and still wants me and loves me. I don't have to hide any parts of me from you, Ruth. Given what I do for a living, you must know how important that is to me."
"Are you telling me that you have no secrets from me?" she asks in disbelief.
"No," he reluctantly shakes his head. "I'm telling you that you know some of the worst things I've done and are still lying next to me, loving me, wanting to share your life with me."
"Yes, well," she smiles, "the sex was rather spectacular, Harry."
He laughs in delight, holding her close and marvelling at his luck, and after a few minutes of silence he suggests, "Let's get in bed, Ruth."
"Mmmm," she hums sleepily.
"Come on," he smiles. "We're still lying on top of the covers." Then he releases her gently and gets up, pulling the covers on his side back. She hums again and rolls over onto his side of the bed, making him chuckle softly as he walks round the bed and pulls back the rest of the covers. He gets in and lies down next to her, pulling the top sheet over them and watching her peaceful, contented face for a few moments, struggling to control the emotions that threaten to overwhelm him, before turning off the light, reaching for her hand, closing his eyes, and drifting off into a long, restful sleep.
Quotes from Shakespeare
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she." - Romeo & Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2
"My heart is ever at your service." - Timon of Athens, Act 1, Scene 2
"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" - Romeo & Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2
"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." - Romeo & Juliet, Act 1, Scene 5
"I would not wish any companion in the world but you." - The Tempest, Act 3, Scene 1
"I love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty" - King Lear, Act 1, Scene 1
