Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2
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- She speaks.O, speak again, bright ange!! For thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my head,As is wingèd messenger of heavenUnto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-puffing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air
- (aside)
- 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
- (aside)
- Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
- 'Tis but thy name that is my enemyThou art thyself, though not a Montague.What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.
- So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of theeTake all myself.
- I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I'll now be baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
- What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?
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