ROMEO: It's easy for him to joke about scars...he's never been wounded.
But wait! What's the light in that window there?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the envious moon.
The moon is already sick with grief because you, her chaste maid, are more beautiful than she. The goddess of the moon leads you virgins, but her uniform is sickly green and only foolish women wear it. Cast it off!
Oh, it is my lady. Oh, it is my love! If only she knew she were both!