But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet in 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.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
Or, it thou wilt not be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Verona, 16/04/06 - Casa di Giulietta