ROMEO:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Julio is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
...
JULIO:
ROMEO:
Ay Papi!
ROMEO:
He 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
...
JULIO:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
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