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Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I ; 580
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;
Ron. More light and light ?--more dark and dark
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 descend.
[Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so ? Love! lord! ah, husband! friend!
611 I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, For in a minute there are many days: lo! by this count I shall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewel! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again ? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. 620
Ful, 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 eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust ine, 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, 630 But send him back.
La. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother?
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; Therefore, have done : Some grief shews much of love ;
641 But much of grief shews still some want of wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for
you weep for.
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
650 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 he, doth grieve my heart.“ La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer
lives. Jul. Ay, 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
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time:
680 That thou expect’st not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Jul. Now, by saint Peter's church, and Peter too,
Enter CAPULET, and Nurse.