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David Watson
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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 grief.
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
It is my lady!
O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
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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 eyes To twinkle in their sphere till they return.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
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