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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Stefanie 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. . . .
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
(From WIlliam Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet" with the name modified)