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Enter Romeo and Juliet.
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes;
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham
The day is broke; be wary, look about.
[Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewel, farewel! one kiss, and I'll de[Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my
I must hear from thee every day i' the hour,
O! by this count I shall be much in years,
Rom. Farewel! I will omit no opportunity
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him 'That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.
La. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
Which you weep for.
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my
'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,—
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
Soon sleep in quiet.-O, how my heart abhors
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time:
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself.
And see how he will take it at your hands.