He: In Verona, my my late cousin Romeo
Was three times as stupid as my Dromio.
For he fell in love
And then he died of it.
Poor half-wit!

This can't be love
Because I feel so well—
No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs.
This can't be love,
I get no dizzy spells.
My head is not in the skies.
My heart does not stand still—
Just here it beat!
This is too sweet
To be love.
This can't be love
Because I fell so well,
But still I love to look in your eyes.

She: Though your cousin loved my cousin Juliet,
Loved her with a passion much more truly yet,
Some poor playwright
Wrote their drama just for fun.
It won't run!

This must be love,
For I don't feel so well—
These sobs, these sorrows, these sighs.
This must be love,
Here comes that dizzy spell.
My head is up in the skies.
Just now my heart stood still—
I missed a beat!
Life is not sweet—
This is love.
This must be love,
For I don't feel so well,
Alas, I love to look in your eyes.