Rich: “Her eyes in heaven, would through the airy region stream so bright… that birds would sing and think it were not night. But, soft! What light from yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun! See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upong that hand that I might touch that cheek!”
Grace: Rich, what are you doing?
Rich: “She speaks! Speak again, bright angel.”
Grace: Be careful!
Rich: ”For thou art as glorious to this night…being…fuck me! As is winged messenger of… heaven. It is my lady, o, ‘tis my love, O, that she know she were.”

(via frankyfitz)