English Final lalala

The speaker admires Juliet, comparing her to the sun and expressing their desire to be close to her. They describe her beauty and express a longing to touch her. He jests at scars that never felt a wound, but soft, what light beyond a 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, oh, it is my love, oh, that she knew she were. She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bored, tis not to me she speaks, two of the fairest stars in all of heaven, having some business, to entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spears until they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would chain those stars, and daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would, though the airy region, stream so bright that birds would think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand, oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.