20522014Tis but the pale reflex of Cinthias brow.

20532015Nor that is not the Larke whose noates do beate

20542016The vaultie heauen so high aboue our heads,

20552017I haue more care to stay then will to go:

20562018Come death and welcome, Iuliet wills it so.

20572019How ist my soule? lets talke it is not day.

20582020Iu. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away:

20592021It is the Larke that sings so out of tune,

20602022Straining harsh Discords, and vnpleasing Sharpes.

20612023Some say, the Larke makes sweete Diuision:

20622024This doth not so: for she diuideth vs.

20632025Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,

20642026O now I would they had changd voyces too:

20652027Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray,

20662028Hunting thee hence, with Huntsup to the day.

20672029O now be gone, more light and light it growes.

20682030 Romeo. More light and light, more darke and darke our

2031 woes.

20702033Nur. Madam.

20712034Iu. Nurse.

20722035 Nur. Your Lady Mother is cūming to your chāber,

20732036The day is broke, be wary, looke about.

20742037Iuli. Then window let day in, and let life out.

20752038Ro. Farewell, farewell, one kisse and Ile descend.

20762039 Iu. Art thou gone so loue, Lord, ay husband, friend,

20772040I must heare from thee euery day in the houre,

20782041For in a minute there are many dayes,

20792042O by this count I shall be much in yeares,

20802043Ere I againe behold my Romeo.

20812044Rom. Farewell:

20822045I will omit no opportunitie,

20832046That may conuey my greetings loue to thee.

20842047Iu. O thinkst thou we shall euer meete againe?

20852048Rom. I doubt it not, and allthese woes shall serue

20862049For sweete discourses in our times to come.

H 3 Iu. O