Some say the lark makes [sweet] [division;]
This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say [the lark] and loathed toad change eyes;
O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us [affray],
Hunting thee 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!
Enter Nurse