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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.
Aye Me
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
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.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?
I take thee at the word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptised. Henceforth I will never be Romeo.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words, Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself.
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