[Night's candles] are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Juliet. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is [some meteor] that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a [torch-bearer]
And light thee on thy way to Mantua;
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
Romeo. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.