...me, love, it was the nightingale. But after a moment's refleftion, fhe con-efts herfelf, and replies, It is, it is, hie hence, begone, away ; It is the lark that rings fo out of tune, Straining harfh difcords, and unpleaung fharps. That figure which feems to deny...

...love, it was the nightingale. But after a moment's refleftion, fhe con-efts herfelf, and replies, Ic is, it is, hie hence, begone, away; It is the lark that fings fo out of tune, Straining harfh difcords, and unpleafing fharps. That figure which feems to deny...

...go. Come death, and welcome : Juliet wills it fo. How is't, my foul ? let's talk, it is not day. Jul. It is, it is ; hie hence, begone, away : it is the lark that fing-s fo out of tune, Straining harfli difcords, and unpleafing fharps. Some fay, the lark makes fweet...

...Come, death, and welcome: JuJiet wills it fo. ' How is't, my foul ? let's talk, it is not day.' Jul. It is, it is ; hie hence, begone, away : It is the lark that fmgs fo out of tune, Straining harfh difeords, and unpleafing fharps, Some fay, the lark makes fweet...

...go. Come death, and welcome : Juliet wills it fo. How is't, my foul ? let's talk, it is not day. Jul. It is, it is ; hie hence, begone, away : It is the lark that fings fo out of time, Straining, harfh difcords, and unpleafing fharps. Some fay, the lark makes fwcet...

...go. Come death, and welcome : Juliet wills it fo. How is't, my foul? let's talk, it is not day. Jul. It is, it is ; hie hence, begone, away : It is the lark that fings fo out of tune, Straining harm difcords, and unpleafing (harps. Some fay, the lark makes fvveet...

...appeared to her untunable enough in all conscience ; as appears by what she said just before, It u the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. This directs us to the right reading. For how natural was it for her after this to add, Some say the...

...it so. What saj s my love, let's talk, it is not day. Jitl It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone ; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps; Oh now be gone, more light an(l light it grows. Rom. More light and light ? — moie dark and vlaift...

...wills it' so. What says my love, let's talk, it is not day. Jul It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone ; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharp's. Oh now be gone, more light and light it grows, "Rom. More light and light ? — more dark...

...wills it so. — How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining...unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;9 This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; O, now...