Act 2 - Scene 2
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
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:
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
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
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!
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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.
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor
hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were
he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
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