Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; 17
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; 20
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. 24
How is 't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
Jul. 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; 29
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, 32
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
O! now be gone; more light and light it grows.
Rom. More light and light; more dark and dark our woes. 36
Enter Nurse.
Nurse. Madam!
Jul. Nurse!
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: 39
The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit.]
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
20 Cynthia's: Diana's, i.e., the moon's
23 care: desire
28 Straining: forcing out
sharps: high notes
29 division: rapid, florid melody
31 change eyes; cf. n.
33 affray: frighten
34 hunts-up: early morning song to awaken huntsmen
