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.
I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell just as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes...
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes; And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow...
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell, His help to crave and dear hap to tell.
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay...