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She shall be married to this noble earl :-
Pa. My lord, I would that Thursday were to
Cap. Well, get you gone :- :-o'Thursday be it
then.Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed ; Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord.--Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by.-Good night. [Exeunt.
Enter ROMEO and JULIET.
Ju. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Ro. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east :
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Ju. Yon light is not daylight; I know it, I:
Ro. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye; 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow:1 Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : I have more care ? to stay than will to go.Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is 't, my soul ? let's talk; it is not day. Ju. It is, it is : hie hence; be
gone; away : It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;3 This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
1 Reflection of the moon.
? Inclination. s Division was the technical phrase for the pauses or parts of a musical composition.
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
Ro. More light and light?-more dark and dark
Nurse. Madam !
[Erit Nurse. Ju. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Ro. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
[Romeo descends. Ju. Art thou gone so ? my lord ! my love! my
Ro. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity,
Ju. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Ro. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall
Ju. O God! I have an il-divining soul :
Ro. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu !
[Exit Romeo. Ju. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee
L. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Ju. Who is 't that calls ? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early ? What unaccustom'd cause procures 1 her hither ?
Enter LADY CAPULET.
L. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?
Madam, I am not well. L. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's
death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with
tears ? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live ; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of
Ju. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
Which you weep for.
Feeling so the loss,
Ju. What villain, madam ?
That same villain, Romeo.
lives. Ju. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my
hands. Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! L. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou
not: Then weep no more.
I'll send to one in Mantua,-
Ju. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied