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" 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... "
THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF ... - Page 208
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The Play Within the Play: The Performance of Meta-theatre and Self-reflection

Gerhard Fischer, Bernhard Greiner - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 460 pages
...Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.' VIOLA (reading). 'It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale....mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.' The words of the scene become Will's and Viola 's, their way of saying the farewells they cannot utter....
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Scena e parola in Shakespeare, Volume 24

Masolino D'Amico - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 250 pages
...thine ear. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale....mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to thee...
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