Hmm, you see I am again carrying around that little green book.
That extremely little green book.
And again I am memorizing tracts of it.
Lemme try, see how much I remember now.
You just have to take my word from it that I'm not looking at it right now as I'm typing this.
Enjoy:
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
for she(Who is already) is pale and sick with grief
that thou her maid art more fair than she
be not her maid, for she is envious
Her vestal livery is (but) sick and green
And none but fools doth(do) wear it; cast it off!
It is my lady, O it is my love
O were that she knew! (O that she knew she were)
She speaks but(yet) she says nothing. What of that?
Her eyes(eye) discourse(s), I shall answer(I will answer it) !
I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens
Having some business there, er....D'arvit.(Having some business, do entreat her eyes)
twinkling in their spheres, till they return. (to twinkle)
What if her eyes were there and the stars in her head?
The brightness of her cheek will(would) shame the(those) stars
As daylight doth a lamp; Her eyes in heaven
through the airy something(region)..streams (so) bright
And the birds will(would) sing and think it not night.
Oh look at how she leans her cheek upon her hand (see how she leans...)
O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I may touch that cheek!
Uhhhh...
Dammit still need more work
Laugh all you want, this is going to come in useful one day.
If only for humour's purpose.
Dammit second try
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
Already she is pale and sick with grief
That thou her maid art more fair than she
Be not her maid, for she is envious
Her vestal livery is 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 and the stars( and 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
All the 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 may touch that cheek
Ahem..
Oh well good enough.
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Give Meh The Soliloquy - Friday, January 28, 2011 @ 10:08 PM
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Give Meh The Soliloquy - Friday, January 28, 2011 @ 10:08 PM
Hmm, you see I am again carrying around that little green book.
That extremely little green book. And again I am memorizing tracts of it. Lemme try, see how much I remember now. You just have to take my word from it that I'm not looking at it right now as I'm typing this. Enjoy: 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 for she(Who is already) is pale and sick with grief that thou her maid art more fair than she be not her maid, for she is envious Her vestal livery is (but) sick and green And none but fools doth(do) wear it; cast it off! It is my lady, O it is my love O were that she knew! (O that she knew she were) She speaks but(yet) she says nothing. What of that? Her eyes(eye) discourse(s), I shall answer(I will answer it) ! I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens Having some business there, er....D'arvit.(Having some business, do entreat her eyes) twinkling in their spheres, till they return. (to twinkle) What if her eyes were there and the stars in her head? The brightness of her cheek will(would) shame the(those) stars As daylight doth a lamp; Her eyes in heaven through the airy something(region)..streams (so) bright And the birds will(would) sing and think it not night. Oh look at how she leans her cheek upon her hand (see how she leans...) O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I may touch that cheek! Uhhhh... Dammit still need more work Laugh all you want, this is going to come in useful one day. If only for humour's purpose. Dammit second try 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 Already she is pale and sick with grief That thou her maid art more fair than she Be not her maid, for she is envious Her vestal livery is 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 and the stars( and 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 All the 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 may touch that cheek Ahem.. Oh well good enough. http://www.englishforums.com/English/RomeosSoliloquy/bqxrr/post.htm |
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