Morning

Barnardo
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
Horatio
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.Simile I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the mornMetaphor,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day,
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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 outMetaphor, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain topsPersonification.
I must be gone and live, or stay and dieAlliosis.
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Claudio
Is this the monument of Leonato?
First Lord
It is, my lord.
Claudio, reading an  Epitaph.

Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame which never dies.
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