She’s speaking. Oh speak again, bright angel. After all, you look as glorious above me as an angel in heaven sailing through the lazy clouds would look to mortals gazing up in wonder.
Oh my
Shall I wait for her to say more, or shall I answer her now?
O Romeo, Romeo! Why are you named Romeo? Disown your family and refuse your name. Or, if you will not, then swear that you love me and I’ll stop being a Capulet.
I’ll take you at your word. Just call me love, and I’ll re-baptize myself with a different name. From now on I won’t be Romeo.
It’s only your name which is my enemy. You are who you are, even if you weren’t a Montague. What is a Montague? It’s not a hand, nor a foot, nor an arm, nor a face, nor any other concrete part of the body. Oh, be some other name! What’s in a name? A rose would smell just as sweet if we called it by any other name.
Love prompted me to ask where you live. He gave me directions, and I lent him my eyes to find where you live.
I wouldn’t have them see you here for the whole world.
Who gave you directions to my house?
What, there’s more risk in your eyes than in twenty of their swords.
I haven’t even heard that tongue speak a hundred words, but I recognize the voice. Aren’t you Romeo, and a Montague?
If they do see you here, they’ll murder you.
I don’t know how to tell you who I am by using my name. My name, my dear saint, is now awful to me, since it’s your enemy.
Who is this man who’s hidingin the night and overhearing my private thoughts?
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