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- how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!
- Ay me!
- O, speak again, bright angel! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze
- 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.
- 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 partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!
- Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
- what man art thou that thus bescreen'd in the night o tumblet on my council
- I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
- by a name , i know not how to tell thee who i am , my name my dear aint i hateful to myself because it i an enemy to thee had i written
- My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know thee sound:Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
- nether fair aint , if ether thee dislike
- 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.