Shakespeare. In Love.
[Capulet's orchard. Enter Romeo]
Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[Romeo sees light coming from an upper window]
But Soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that though, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is more envious than she. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
[Juliet appears at the window]
It is my lady, O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Here ye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would, through the airy region, stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!
Juliet: Ay me!
Romeo: She speaks. O, speak again bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.
Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thy self, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face or any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word, would smell as sweet...
-Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 Scene 2, William Shakespeare
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