But soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet sun. Arise fair sun kill envious moon Who already sick pale with grief That thou her maid art far more than she. my lady O it love! that she knew were! She speaks yet says nothing: of that? Her eye discourses I will answer it. am too bold 'tis not to me speaks: Two fairest stars in all heaven Having some business do entreat eyes To twinkle their spheres till they return. What if were there head? The brightness cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp heaven Would airy region stream so bright birds sing think night. See how leans upon hand! glove hand might touch cheek!