Juliet Wilt thou be gone? it is not jet near day. it was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced fhe fearful hollow of thine ear Nightly she sings on yond pom'granate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.Romeo It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the serving clouds in younder east. Night's candles ere burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.Juliet Yound light is not daylight; I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to three this night a torchbearer And light three on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet; thou needst not to be gone.Romeo Let me be ta'en, let me be put the 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; 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.Juliet 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: This doth not so, for the divideth us. Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes; O now I would they had changed voices too; Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting three hence with hunt's-up to the day. O now be gone! More light and light it grows.Romeo More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.
ROMEO AND JULIET
Juliet Wilt thou be gone? it is not jet near day. it was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced fhe fearful hollow of thine ear Nightly she sings on yond pom'granate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.Romeo It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the serving clouds in younder east. Night's candles ere burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.Juliet Yound light is not daylight; I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to three this night a torchbearer And light three on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet; thou needst not to be gone.Romeo Let me be ta'en, let me be put the 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; 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.Juliet 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: This doth not so, for the divideth us. Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes; O now I would they had changed voices too; Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting three hence with hunt's-up to the day. O now be gone! More light and light it grows.Romeo More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.