from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is ‘music with her silver sound’— Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you, can you read anything you see? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? NURSE. Lord, how my heart is here? NURSE. O Tybalt,