O. speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as winged messenger of heaven. unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him. when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air
shall i hear more, or shall i speak at this
O romeo O romeo wherefore thou art romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name or, if thou wilt not to be sworn my love and ill no longer be a capulet.
tis but thy name that is my enemy. thou art thyself, though not montague. whats montague? it is nor a hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face.O, be some other name.
I take thee at thy word. call me but love, and ill be a new baptized. henceforth ill never be romeo.
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