ROMEO AND JULIET

Romeo and Juliet part after a night of loveTheir families are feuding, but Romeo and Juliet have fallen in love. They married, but afterwards, Romeo killed Juliet's cousin in a duel, and must go into exile. There is just time for one night of love, but here they must say goodbye.
Juliet:
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon 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:
Yon light is not day-light, 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 need'st 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.
Juliet:
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune,Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too!Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
Romeo:
More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!