How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.


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.