Juliet Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me love, it was the nightingale.
Modern Text Are you going? It's still a long time until daybreak. Don't be afraid.That sound you heard was the nightingale, not the lark. Every night the nightingale chirps on that pomegranate-tree. Believe me, my love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. 10.Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
It was the lark, the bird that sings at dawn, not the nightingale. Look, my love, what are those streaks of light in the clouds parting in the east? Night is over, and day is coming. If I want to live, I must go. If I stay, I'll die.
Juliet Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhales to be to thee this night a torchbearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not te be gone.
That light is not daylight, I know it. It's some meteor coming out of the sun to light your way to Mantua. So stay for a while. You don't have to go yet.
Romeo Let me be ta'ken. Let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. 20. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. 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. How is 't my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.
Let me be captured. Let me be put to death. I am content, if that's the way you want it. I'll say it's the reflection of the moon (Cynthia). I 'll say that sound isn't the lark ringing in the sky. I want to stay more than I want to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wants it this way. How are you, my love. Let's talk. It's not daylight.
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. 30.Some say the lark makes sweet division. This doth not so, for she divideth us. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. Oh, now I would they had changed 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.
It is, it is Get out of here,be gone,go away! It's the lark that sings so out of tune, making such harsh noise. Some say the lark makes a sweet division between day and night. It's not true because she separates us. Some say the lark traded its eyes with the toad. Oh, now I wish they had traded voices too! Because the lark's voice tears us out of each other's arms, and now there will be men hunting for you. Oh, go away now. I see more and more light.
Romeo More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
More and more light. More and more pain for us!
Nurse Madam.
Juliet Nurse?
Nurse Your lady mother is coming to your chamber. 40.The day is broke. Be wary, look about.
Your mother is coming to your bedroom. Day has broken. Be careful. Watch out.
Juliet Then, window, let day in and let life out.
Then the window lets day in, and life goes out the window.
Romeo Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I'll descend.
Farewell, farewell! Give me one kiss, and I'll go down.
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