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?
I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo!
’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, be some other name Belonging to a man. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And, for thy name, which is no part of thee,Take all myself.
By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myselfBecause it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
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
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? And the place death, considering who thou art,If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight .Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me?
I know thou wilt say /lay,"And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'stThou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,They say, Jove laughs. 0 gentle Romeo,If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,