Romeo is using this wonderfully poetic way of saying that the sun is up. The stars (night's candles) are no longer visible. You can see the beginnings of the sunrise behind the mountains (which is weird because there are no mountains near Verona. Oh well.) Romeo knows that his banishment begins at sunrise. If he is found in Verona after that, he will be put to death. Thus he must either be gone and live, because he is out of Verona or stay and die if he is found to still be there.
It is a metaphor for the moon and stars
wax
Climatic
In this quotation from Act III Scene 5, 'night's candles' are the stars which are 'burned out' because they can no longer be seen. This is because it is almost dawn and there is too much ambient light because "jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops".
The nightingale. 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.
"The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry"- Act 2, Scene 3, line 6
This poem reflects a walk that was taken by William Wordsworth in the Lake District of England in 1802. It was first published in 1807 and revised in 1815. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Those are: lonely golden continuous never-ending sprightly sparkling gay jocund vacant pensive inward
Romeo says. "Night's candles are burnt out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top." It's morning, but Shakespeare has Romeo say it in a much cooler way. In the morning as the sky lightens you can no longer see the stars which lit the night sky. Like burnt-out candles, they no longer give light.
In this quotation from Act III Scene 5, 'night's candles' are the stars which are 'burned out' because they can no longer be seen. This is because it is almost dawn and there is too much ambient light because "jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops".
An actor walked on the stage and said something like "How goes the night, boy?" or "Methinks I scent the morning air" or "Night's candles are burned out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top" or "Fairy King, attend and mark; I do hear the morning lark" or something along those lines.
The word "jocund" is a synonym of the word "merry. " An example of a sentence using the word "jocund" is "They reunited on Friday and had a jocund celebration through the night. "
She greeted everyone with a jocund smile.
Sure! "The jocund laughter of the children echoed through the park, filling the air with joy and happiness."
Hey Sorry Man, I was just jocund
My cousin was jocund when he got his newe car for his birthday.
The sentence of jocund is "The children's laughter filled the park, creating a jocund atmosphere that brought smiles to everyone's faces."
Jocund is an adjective meaning merry or cheerful. Hanging out with my high school friends always results in having a jocund time.
Despite the heavy rain, the jocund children happily played outside.
The nightingale. 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.