the light from yonder window breaks
awake my life for that bit within
that needs the light to act
our hearts go lightly
into the day
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks...cast it off. (2.2.3-10)
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. (2.2.3-10)