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.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
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. O, be some other name. What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?
I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am:My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. (60) Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, (70)For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
How cam'st 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.