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Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops.
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well;
Rom. Let me be ta’en ; let me be put to death ;
say, 'tis not the lark, whose notes do beat
Jul. It is, it is ; hie hence, away, begone;
Rom. More light and light ?-more dark and dark
Farewell, my love; one kiss, and I'll begone.
[Romeo descends the Ropeladder.
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham-
Jul. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.
Jul. O Heaven ! I have an ill-divining soul:
Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you ;
Enter LADY CAPULET.
Lady C. Ho, daughter, are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother?
Lady C. Why, how now, Juliet?
death; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Lady C. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well, in such a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Lady C. Marry, my child, early next Thursday
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
Jul. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed,
self, And see, how he will take it at
hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in
tears? Evermore showering? Why, how now, wife? Have
delivered to her our decree? Lady C. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you
thanks : I would the fool were married to her grave. Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you,
wife. How, will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud ? doth she not count her blest, (Unworthy as she is) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Jul. Proud can I never be of what I hate,
Cap. Thank me no thankings,
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Wife, we scarce thought us blest,
see, this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her : Out on her, hilding !
Nurse. Heaven bless her You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so: Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your
tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Cap. Peace! you mumbling fool;
Lady C. You are too hot.
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,