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 5 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! 10 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, 15 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 cheeck would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven 20 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 the hand, That I might touch that cheek! |
Be quiet! What is that light
shining through the window? It is Juliet! She shines like the sun when it rises in the East. Rise beautiful sun and take the place of the jealous moon. The moon is jealous of Juliet and green with envy. Juliet, do not be the moon's maid. You are much prettier than the moon. The moon is a green color that only court jesters wear. Get rid of it Juliet! It is my ladylove! She moves her lips but does not say anything. That's okay because her eyes speak for her. I will answer. (Romeo does not talk to Juliet) I am too bold. She is not speaking to me. Juliet's beautiful eyes have taken the place of the stars in the sky. What if they changed places. Her cheeks are so bright! They would put the stars to shame like daylight shines brighter than a lamp. If Juliet's bright eyes were in the sky, the birds would sing because they would think it would always be daylight. Look how she rests her hand on her face. I wish I was a glove on her hand, so I could touch her cheek. |