“It was the lark, my love… Look, night’s candles are burnt out … I must go and live, or stay and die…” replied Romeo tenderly. Juliet scolded him, “That light is not daylight, I know it! It is a meteor sent by the sun to light the road to Mantua for you… Stay a little longer, don’t go!” “Then come, death, and welcome! My Juliet wants it so.” said Romeo embracing Juliet. Unwillingly they parted because Lady Capulet’s arrival was announced. They kissed, they wept, “Farewell16, farewell! Shall we ever meet again?” 15 : consumed. : goodbye 15. burnt (burn-burnt-burnt) out 16. farewell