Let’s Talk Songtext
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Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc′d the fearful hollow of thine ear,
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree,
Believe me 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:
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.


Juliet: Yond light is not daylight, I know it I:
It is some meteor that the Sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet, thou needs not to be gone.

Romeo: Let me be ta′en, let me be put to death,
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
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.