Jul. Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I:[1032]
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,[1033]
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua: 15
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.[1034]
Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;[1035]
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.[1035]
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,[1035][1036]
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;[1035][1037] 20
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat[1035][1038]
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:[1035][1039]
I have more care to stay than will to go:[1035][1040]
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk: it is not day.[1041] 25
Jul. 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 she divideth us: 30
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;[1042]
O, now I would they had changed voices too![1043]
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,[1044]
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.[1044][1045]
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.[1046] 35
Rom. More light and light: more dark and dark our woes![1047]
Enter Nurse, to the chamber.[1048]
Nurse. Madam!
Jul. Nurse?[1049]
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about.[1050] [Exit. 40
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out.[1051]
Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.[1052]