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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
who is already sick and pale with greif
that tho her maid art far more fair than she.
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 dicourses, i will answer it!
I am too bold;tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, having some bussiness
do entreat her eyes
to twinkle in their spheres till they return
What if they were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars.
As daylight doth a lamp;her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
the 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!

And, yeah i did that from memory.
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