Romeo & Juliet Act 2 Scene 2
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- But what lovely light filters through the window? Juliet is the sun, and the East is the sun. Ascend, lovely sun, and assassinate the jealous moon, who is already sick and pallid from sadness. That you, her maid, are far more beautiful than she is. Because she is envious, don't be her maid. None but idiots wear her vestal livery, which is ill and green. Get rid of it. It is I, your lady. It's my love, oh!
- He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
- 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
- Juliet Enters
- As if she were a lamp, her eye in heaven would shine so brightly in the airy area that birds would sing and believe it was not night. Take a look at how she rests her cheek on her hand. Oh, that I were a glove on that hand, 25 that I could reach out and touch that cheek!
- Ay me.
- 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 wond’ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy puffing 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.
- Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
- What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And, for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
- ’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. O, be some other name. Belonging to a man.
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