That pierc'd the fearful-hollow of thine ear; Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Rom. More light and light-more dark and dark our woes. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chainber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' th' 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. Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O, 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 God! I have an ill-divining soul: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. [Exit ROMEO Jul. O, fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death › What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for. his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like hc, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. hands. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: I'll send to one in Mantua,— Then weep no more. Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, |