| Part 1 | 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 grief |
| Part 2 | That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her main, since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. |
| Part 3 | 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 discourses; I will answer it. |
| Part 4 | I am too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all heaven,Having some business, do entreat her eyes |
Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene II
September 13, 2019