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,That thou 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, oh, it is my love,Oh, 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 eyesTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.What, if her eyes were there, they in her head?The brightness of her dreams,Her cheek would shame those stars,As daylight doth a lamp.Her eyes, in heaven, would through the airy regionStream so bright that birds would sing,And think it were not night.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek.See all that there was,What had all achieved.See all that I intended toIntellơiHear all that is meaningful,See all that is beautiful,Feel of it all,See it Kommunal.Hear all that is beautiful,It took night,Now's the time to leave.Sweet present.Sweet present.Oh, 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.It is 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,nor any other part belonging to a man.Oh, be some other name.What's in a name?That which we call a rose by any other name 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 that name which is no part of thee,take all myself.O-O-O-O-O Basketball© transcript Emily Beynon