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 Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to be Romeo? Forget about your father and change your name. Or else, if you won't change your name, just swear you love me and I'll stop being a Capulet.
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 anyways? 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 another 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.
Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?
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.
I don't know how to tell you who I am 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 haven't heard you say a hundred words yet, but I recognize your voice. Aren't you Romeo? And aren't you a Montague?
I am neither of those things if you dislike them.