...of thine Ear, Nightly flie fings on yond Pomgranate Tree, Believe me Love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the Herald of the Morn, No Nightingale. Look, Love, what envious Streaks Do lace the fevering Clouds in yonder Eaft: Night's Candles are burnt our, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the...

...thine ear : Nightly flie fings on yond pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the Nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day...

...Good-night. {Exeunt. SCENE VII. Thi Garden. inter Romeo and Juliet above at a window, a ladder of'Ropesfet. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakt Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft; Night's candles are Durnt out, - and jocund day...

...of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft ; Night's candles are burnt our, and jocund day...

...of thine ear ; Nightly Ihe fings on yon pomgranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft ;...

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...of thine ear; Nightly (he fings on yon pomgranate tree": Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreakj Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder ea(t : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day...

...[Exeunt. 'Fore me. It is fo very late, that we SCENE V. "Juliets chamber. Enter Romeo and. Juliet. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious fcrcaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder Eaft; Jul. Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day:...

...thine ear ; Nightly (he fings on yon pomegranate tree T : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious ilreaks Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder eaft : flight's candles are burnt out, and jocund day...

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