SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.Enter Romeo and Juliet. JULIET.Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;Nightly she sings on yond 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 streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET.Yond light is not daylight, I