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Juliet:
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.
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.
Nurse:
Madam.
Juliet:
Nurse?
Nurse:
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
The day is broke, be wary, look about.
(Exit.)
Juliet:
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
Romeo:
Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.
(Descends.)
Juliet:
Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Romeo:
Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Juliet:
O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?
Romeo:
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Juliet:
O God! I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
Romeo:
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.
(Exit below.)
Juliet:
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.
Lady Capulet:
(Within.) Ho, daughter, are you up?
Juliet:
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.
Lady Capulet:
Why, how now, Juliet?
Juliet:
Madam, I am not well.