The Balcony Scene

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

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.

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?

By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee.

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.