Romeo and Juliet - Act II, Scene 2.
Enter ROMEO
ROMEO: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
JULIET appears above at a 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 thou her maid
art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid,
since she is envious;
Her vestal livery
is but sick and green
And none but fools
do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O,
it is my love!
O, that she knew
she were!
She speaks yet she
says nothing: what of that?
Her eye
discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold,
'tis 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 eyes 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-pacing clouds
And sails upon the
bosom of the air.
