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.

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…

On and on the bard scripted
unsuspecting
eons later to have his heart
rippled
by a buffoon Romeo
an inebriated Juliet
and a frustrated producer

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