Is it not? Listen to what Romeo answers: (Reading) "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"-- (SYLVETTE: Sh!) (Listens a moment, then) No one! And, Mademoiselle, you must not take fright like a startled bird. Hear the immortal lovers: " Juliet. Yon light is not the 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 need'st not to be gone. Romeo. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou will have it so. I'll say, yon gray 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"-- (SYLVETTE: No, he must not say such things, or I shall cry.) Then let us stop and read no further until to-morrow. We shall let Romeo live! (He closes the book and looks about him.) This charming spot seems expressly made, it seems to me, to cradle the words of the Divine Will!

Percinet Monologue from The Romancers: A Comedy in Three Acts

Rehearse Percinet's monologue