Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft

JULIET
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That hospital they built in Newham.
In the east wing of the ExCel.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

ROMEO
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, they are not sick.
They come to get their vaccination.
In the west wing of the ExCel.
Walking on the misty mountain tops.
They will be gone and live, not catch the 'rona and die.