of Romeo and Iuliet.
20321513Enter Romeo and Iuliet at the window.
20331514Iul:Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet nere day,
20341515It was the Nightingale and not the Larke
20351516That pier
st the fearfull hollow of thine eare:
20361517Nightly
she
sings on yon Pomegranate tree,
20371518Beleeue me loue, it was the Nightingale.
20381519Rom:It was the Larke, the Herald of the Morne,
20391520And not the Nightingale. See Loue what enuious
strakes
20401521Doo lace the
seuering clowdes in yonder Ea
st.
20411522Nights candles are burnt out, and iocond Day
20421523Stands tiptoes on the my
stie mountaine tops.
20431524I mu
st be gone and liue, or
stay and dye.
20441525Iul:Yon light is not day light, I know it I:
20451526It is
some Meteor that the Sunne exhales,
20461527To be this night to thee a Torch-bearer,
20471528And light thee on thy way to
Mantua.
20481529Then
stay awhile, thou
shalt not goe
soone.
20491530Rom:Let me
stay here, let me be tane, and dye:
20501531If thou wilt haue it
so, I am content.
20511532Ile
say yon gray is not the Mornings Eye,
20521533It is the pale re
flex of
Cynthias brow.
20531534Ile
say it is the Nightingale that beares
20541535The vaultie heauen
so high aboue our heads,
20551536And not the Larke the Me
ssenger of Morne.
20561537Come death and welcome,
Iuliet wils it
so.
20571538What
sayes my Loue? lets talke, tis not yet day.
20581539Iul:It is, it is, be gone,
flye hence away.
20591540It is the Larke that
sings
so out of tune,
20601541Straining har
sh Di
scords and vnplea
sing Sharpes.
20611542Some
say, the Larke makes
sweete Diui
sion:
G3 Thia