Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptised Henceforth I never will be Romeo
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou RomeoDeny thy father and refuse thy nameOr 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 mine enemy
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself Because it is an enemy to thee.
What man art thou that thus bescreened in nightSo stumblest on my council?
Neither fair maid if either thee dislike.
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
What shall I swear by?
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 kinsmen find thee here
With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls For stony limits cannot hold love out,
Well do not swear. Although I joy in theeI have no joy of this contract tonight,It is too rash, too unadvised, too suddenToo like the lightning, which doth cease to beEre one can say ‘It lightens’. Sweet, good night