JULI ETappears in awindow above JULI ETenters on the balcony But soft!What light through yonder window breaks? It isthe east,and Juliet isthe sun. Arise,fair sun,and kill the enviousmoon, Who isalready 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 isbut sick and green, And none but foolsdo wear it. Cast it off! It ismy lady. Oh,it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing.What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—Iam too bold. Tisnot to me she speaks. Two of the fairest starsin all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyeswere there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheekwould shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birdswould sing and thinkit were not night. See how she leansher cheek upon her hand. Oh, thatIwere a glove upon that hand ThatImight touch that cheek!
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 21:34:32 +0000
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