Romeo and Juliet By: William Shakespeare Haley Posey Per.2 Mr. Sprenkle
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head.
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief,That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
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?
'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.
I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?