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- Juliet is a the fair sun. She shall rise to replace the envious moon who is sick of Juliet's stunning beauty she can no compare to. And only if I can be the glove that touches her cheek so I would then touch her fair cheek
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- Oh Romeo, Romeo. Why must you be Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or swear your love , And I’ll no longer be a Capulet! Only your name is my enemy. What even is a name? If we called a rose any other name, It would still smell as sweet. So Romeo would, even if his name was not Romeo. Romeo shed your name and become mine.
- She speaks! Oh speak again bright angel! Shall I listen more or shall I speak to her? Call me your love and I’ll be new baptized! I never will be Romeo!
- Who’s there?? My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words yet I know the sound. Are you Romeo and a Montague? How did you get in here? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb and you’ll be put to death if you’re found here! If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Oh Romeo, if you really love me, say it truthfully. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,That monthly changes and looks different, In case your love proves also to be inconstant.
- My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Neither, fair saint, if you don’t like either. With love’s light wings did I climb these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. It would be worth it just to see you! My lady, I swear by the moon.
- Well do not swear at all. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the lightning which doth cease to be ere one can say “it lightens.” Sweet, good night! My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee the more I have for both are infinite.If your intentions are true, if you want to marry me, send word to me tomorrow. A thousand times goodnight Hist, Romeo! What o’clock tomorrow shall I send to thee? ‘Tis twenty years til then. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night until tomorrow.
- WilIf my heart- Do you not give the exchange of your love’s faithful vow for mine? I love hearing you say “Romeo.” By the hour of nine!
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