ROMEO: 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. (Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO)
BENVOLIO: Unto what end are you this stormy? romeo and juliet act 3 full text
MERCUTIO: Unto what end? why, you and I are Statutory, as may be remembered in Some idle time: and now, to play some sport And, by the heat of this, our love and old Accord, to have a go. ROMEO: But soft, what light through yonder window breaks
ROMEO: O, I am fortune’s fool!