Rom. There’s the other there (points to Juliet).
Mer. Another? Bless me! ’tis too brilliant far.
Call that a moon? It is a glorious star.
Rom. Call that a star? by what arrangement, pray?
Mer. Why, don’t you know? The star of our new play.
Rom. You speak in meteor-phor, now pray have done.
What is’t o’clock?
Mer. Four-quarters after one.
Song, “Juliet.” Air, “Five o’clock in the Morning.”
My father is snugly in his bed,