"She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel. You are as glorious as an angel tonight. You shine above me, like a winged messenger from heaven who makes mortal men fall on their backs to look up at the sky, watching the angel walking on the clouds and sailing on the air."
"Oh, my!"
"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."
"Should I listen for more, or should I speak now?"
"It's only your name that's my enemy. You'd still be yourself even if you stopped being a Montague. What's a Montague anyway? It isn't a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or any other part of a man. Oh, be some other name! What does a name mean? The thing we call a rose would smell just as sweet if we called it by any other name. Romeo would be just as perfect even if he wasn't called Romeo. Romeo, lose your name. Trade in your name which really has nothing to do with you and take all of me in exchange."
"I trust your words. Just call me your love, and I will take a new name. From now on I will never be Romeo again."
"Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?"
"I haven't heard you say a hundred words yet , but I recognize the sound of your voice. Aren't you Romeo? And aren't you a Montague?"
"I don't know how to tell you who I a by telling you a name. I hate my name, dear saint, because my name is your enemy. If I had it written down, I would tear up the paper."
"I am neither of those things if you dislike them."
"Tell me, how did you get in here? And why did you come? The orchard walls are high, and it's hard to climb over them. If any of my relatives find you here they'll kill you because of who you are."