Butwait, what’s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet isthe sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon. The moon is alreadysick and pale with grief because you, Juliet, her maid, are more beautiful than she.
Don’t be her maid, because she isjealous. Virginity makes her look sick and green. Only fools hold on to theirvirginity. Let it go. Oh, there’s my lady! Oh, it is my love. Oh, I wish sheknew how much I love her
She’s talking, but she’s not sayinganything. So what? Her eyes are saying something. I will answer them. I am toobold. She’s not talking to me. Two of the brightest stars in the whole sky hadto go away on business, and they’re asking her eyes to twinkle in their placesuntil they return
What if her eyes were in the sky and thestars were in her head?—The brightness of her cheeks would outshine the starsthe way the sun outshines a lamp. If her eyes were in the night sky, they wouldshine so brightly through space that birds would start singing, thinking herlight was the light of day
Look how she leans her hand on her cheek.Oh, I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek

She speaks. Oh, speak again, brightangel. You are as glorious as an angel tonight. You shine above me, like awinged messenger from heaven who makes mortal men fall on their backs to lookup at the sky, watching the angel walking on the clouds and sailing on the air
JULIETv(not knowing ROMEO hearsher) Oh, Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to beRomeo? Forget about your father and change your name. Or else, if you won’tchange your name, just swear you love me and I’ll stop being a Capulet.
ROMEO(to himself) Should I listen for more, or should Ispeak now
vJULIETv(stillnot knowing ROMEO hearsher) It’s only your name that’s my enemy.You’d still be yourself even if you stopped being a Montague. What’s a Montagueanyway? It isn’t a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or any other part of a man.Oh, be some other name! What does a name mean? The thing we call a rose wouldsmell just as sweet if we called it by any other name.
vRomeo would be just as perfect even if hewasn’t called Romeo. Romeo, lose your name. Trade in your name—which really hasnothing to do with you—and take all of me in exchange.
(to JULIET) I trust your words. Just call me yourlove, and I will take a new name. From now on I will never be Romeo again
vWho are you? Why do you hide in thedarkness and listen to my private thoughts?
vROMEOvI don’t know how to tell you who I am bytelling you a name. I hate my name, dear saint, because my name is your enemy.If I had it written down, I would tear up the paper.

山间谷中，白云漂浮。
我如白云，独自遨游。
忽见水仙，黄花清幽。
湖边树下，摆舞不休。
犹似银河，闪耀繁星。
水仙连绵，一望无垠。
千万花朵，入眼清新。
迎风摇摆，活泼欢欣。
•谷中幽湖，碧波荡漾。
花舞清风，欢胜波浪。
沉醉其间，久久凝望。
未尝领悟，何等珍藏。
•时而卧塌，茫然愁楚。
湖畔水仙，跃上心头。
豁然开朗，孤寂之福。
我心怿动，与花共舞。