But, soft; What day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her, Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O' Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.- May call it early by and by:—Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. 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, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; our woes. Nurse. Madam ! Jul. Nurse? Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber; The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Reflection of the moon. + Inclination. Division was the technical phrase for musical composition. § A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de scend. [Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend! I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity 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 eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! [Exit Romeo. 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 ? Jul. 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; * Brings. Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like him, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Aỳ, madam, from the reach of these my hands. '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,— |