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!
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.
(aside) 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. O, be some other name! That which we call a rose by any other word would smell sweet. Romeo, doff thy name, take all myself.
By love, that first did prompt me to inquire, I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far, I would adventure for such merchandise
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face. Else would a maiden blush bepaint in my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
By whose direction found’st thou out this place?