Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief
Romeo: That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is 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! Her eye discourses
Romeo: 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
Romeo: As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That bird 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!
Juliet: Ay me.
Romeo: She speaks. 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.
Juliet: 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
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?