But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo speaks to himself
AY, ME!
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf mortals.
Romeo speaks to himself
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Romeo speaks to Juliet
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Juliet realizes it is Romeo
They send each other love and wish each other a good night
Juliet wonders who is there
By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myselfBecause it is an enemy to thee.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?
Juliet realizes it is Romeo
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
They send each other love and wish each other a good night
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords. But love thee, good night!
If they do see thee they will murder thee. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, Good night!
They send each other love and wish each other a good night
My dear?At the hour of nine.
ROMEO!what o'clock to-morrow shall i send to thee?
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