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But soft! What light is that through the window? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair-sun, and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief that its not more beautiful than you. It is my lady, it is my love, if only she knew she was my love. The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars as daylight shames a lamp; she is so bright the world thinks it’s daylight and the birds begin sing.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!Oh I wish I were a glove upon her hand,So I would touch that cheek!
Ay, Me...
She speaks! Oh speak again bright angel!
Oh Romeo, Romeo. Why must you be Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name!Or swear your love,And I’ll no longer be a Capulet!
Shall I listen more or shall I speak to her?
Only your name is my enemy.What even is a name? If we called a rose any other name,It would still smell as sweet.So Romeo would, even if his name was not Romeo.Romeo, shed your name and become mine.
Call me your love and I’ll be new baptized! I never will be Romeo!
Who’s there??
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words yet I know the sound. Are you Romeo and a Montague?
Neither, fair saint, if you don’t like either.
How did you get in here? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb and you’ll be put to death if you’re found here!

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