(to himself) 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.
JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
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Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
JULIET
(not knowing ROMEO
hears her) 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.
ROMEO
(aside) Shall I hear more, or shall
I speak at this?
ROMEO
(to himself) Should I listen for
more, or should I speak now?
JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
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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 word would smell as sweet.
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So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
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.
JULIET
(still not knowing ROMEO
hears her) 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.
ROMEO
I take thee at thy word.
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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
ROMEO
(to
JULIET) 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.
JULIET
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
JULIET
Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my
private thoughts?
