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Ay me.
O, speak again, bright angel , for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my heard, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturnéd wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of air.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face. O....
I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened at night, So stumblest on my counsel?
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.....
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague.
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard wall are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

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