glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET
Ay me!
ROMEO
She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel!
JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore are you Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And Ill no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET
Whats Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
Whats in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
Oh, Romeo, doff thy name and
Take all myself.
ROMEO
I take thee at thy word:
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET
What man art thou that thus bescreend in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
JULIET
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongues utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
ROMEO
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
JULIET
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
ROMEO
With loves light wings did I oer-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
JULIET
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
ROMEO
Alack, there lies more peril in your eyes
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
JULIET
I would
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