ROMEO: Let me be captured. Let me be put to death. I will be content, as long as it's what you want. I'll say that the gray light in the window isn't daylight, just the moon's reflection.
I'll say that sound ringing in the sky isn't the lark. My wish to stay is greater than my will to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wishes it so.
How are you, my soul? Let's talk. It's not day yet.
JULIET: It is, it is! So hurry. Be gone!
It is the lark that sings so harshly and out of tune.
Some say the lark sweetly divides night from day, but she bitterly divides the two of us.
Some say the lark traded eyes with the toad.* Oh, how I wish they'd traded voices too!
The lark's voice tears us from each other's arms, and the hunt for you is on.
Oh, be gone now! It grows more and more light.
ROMEO: More light outside and more dark for us.
*Because the toad has pretty eyes and the lark ugly ones.