She shall be married to this noble earl: Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore we 'll have some half a dozen friends, morrow. 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.- May call it early by and by.-Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Ju. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, 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 2 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. 2 Inclination. 3 Division was the technical phrase for the pauses or parts of a musical composition. O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. our woes. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Madam! Ju. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke: be wary; look about. [Exit Nurse. Ju. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Ro. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de[Romeo descends. Ju. Art thou gone so? my lord! my love! my scend. friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, 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 serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ju. O God! I have an ill-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 fickle : If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him L. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Enter LADY CAPULET. L. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Ju. Madam, I am not well. L. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his tears? grave with An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Ju. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. friend 'Brings. Which you weep for. Ju. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. L. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. L. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Ju. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. L. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer 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,— And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. |