JULIET 
1 Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: 
2 It was the nightingale, and not the lark, 
3 That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; 
4 Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: 
5 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

ROMEO 
6 It was the lark, the herald of the morn, 
7 No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks 
8 Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. 
9 Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
10 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. 
11 I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

JULIET 
12 Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: 
13 It is some meteor that the sun exhal'd, 
14 To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, 
15 And light thee on thy way to Mantua. 
16 Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.

ROMEO 
17 Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; 
18 I am content, so thou wilt have it so. 
19 I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, 
20 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; 
21 Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat 
22 The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. 
23 I have more care to stay than will to go: 
 [bad word]  death, and [bad word] #33; Juliet wills it so. 
25 How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

JULIET 
26 It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! 
27 It is the lark that sings so out of tune, 
28 Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. 
29 Some say the lark makes sweet division; 
30 This doth not so, for she divideth us. 
31 Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, 
32 O, now I would they had changed voices too! 
33 Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, 
34 Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. 
35 O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

ROMEO 
36 More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

Summary
Enter NURSE.
Nurse 
37 Madam!

JULIET 
38 Nurse?

Nurse 
39 Your lady mother [bad word] to your chamber: 
40 The day is broke; be wary, look about.

[Exit Nurse.]

JULIET 
41 Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

ROMEO 
42 Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

[He goeth down.]

JULIET 
43 Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend! 
44 I must hear from thee every day in the hour, 
45 For in a minute there are many days: 
46 O, by this count I shall be much in years 
47 Ere I again behold my Romeo!

ROMEO [From below.] 
48 Farewell! 
49 I will omit no opportunity 
50 That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

JULIET 
51 O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

ROMEO 
52 I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve 
53 For sweet discourses in our time [bad word] 

JULIET 
54 O God, I have an ill-divining soul! 
55 Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, 
56 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. 
57 Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

ROMEO 
58 And [bad word] me, love, in my eye so do you: 
59 Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!