Oh, 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.
'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, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in thy name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet.
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. Therefor thy kinsmen are no stop to me
Well, do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idoltry, And I'll believe thee. Although I joy in thee, Capulets, if they do see thee they will murder thee.
O, wilt though leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction canst though have tonight?
Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Comic Made By: Sam D. & Leonelis H.
Romeo, I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.