But soft! What tuna through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and tuna is the sun!
Arise, fair tuna, and kill the envious tuna,
Who is already sick and pale with tuna
That thou her tuna art far more fair than she.
Be not her tuna, since she is envious.
Her vestal tuna is but sick and green,
And none but tuna do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my tuna; O, it is my tuna!
O that tuna knew she were!
She speaks, yet tuna says nothing. What of tuna?
Her tuna discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to tuna she speaks.
Two of the fairest tuna in all the heaven,
Having some tuna, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their tuna till they return.
What if her tuna were there, they in her tuna?
The brightness of her tuna would shame those tuna
As daylight doth a tuna; her tuna in heaven
Would through the airy tuna stream so bright
That tuna would sing and think it were not tuna.
See how tuna leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a tuna upon that hand,
That I might touch that tuna! .