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Romeo and Juliet

Act II; ii Capulet’s orchard.

ROMEO [Coming forward.]
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! O, it is my love!
O, 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 eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Ay me!

She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

O 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.

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O wauw, wat schijnt daar voor een licht op het balkon
Julia komt op als in het oosten de zo
Kom mijn zon en versla de maan
die groen van venijn toch iemand ziet staan
Wat ben je veel mooier dan zij
Maar niet van mij
O, wordt niet als die maan
Die zure oude maagd
Die nooit iemand heeft behaagd
Doe mij dit niet aan
Laat je je gaan!
Ze is mijn droom, mijn liefste droom
O, wist ze het maar

Oh Romeo Oh Romeo
Waarom is je vader Feijenoord- en geen Ajax-fan?
Zeg tegen hem
dat je voortaan naar de Arena wil
Maar als je dat niet kan, maar je houdt van mij
Kom ik voortaan wel naar Rotterdam.

Hanneke, Paulien, Jacky, Daphne, Maria, Bob

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