The question what is the second-best passage in Shakespeare is like the question who was the second-best Test batsman: an interesting one. Here is Bill’s 99.94 out of 100 (loses 0.06 for the repetition of “kiss”/”kisses”):

Injurious time now with a robber’s haste
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a lose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.