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:

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