“But soft, what light through yonder prison window breaks?
It is the east, and Julian 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 he.”
We think that what Shakespeare is trying to say here is that Julian haters are gonna hate.
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