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As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
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As is a winged messenger of heaven
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Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
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Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
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When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
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And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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JULIET:
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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
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Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
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And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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ROMEO:
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JULIET:
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
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Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
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What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
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Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
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Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
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What's in a name? that which we call a rose
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By any other name would smell as sweet;
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So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
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Retain that dear perfection which he owes
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Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
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And for that name which is no part of thee
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Take all myself.
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ROMEO:
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I take thee at thy word:
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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
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Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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JULIET:
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What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
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So stumblest on my counsel?
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ROMEO:
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By a name
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I know not how to tell thee who I am:
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My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
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Because it is an enemy to thee;
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Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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JULIET:
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My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
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Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
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Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
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ROMEO:
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Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
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JULIET:
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How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
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The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
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And the place death, considering who thou art,
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If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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ROMEO:
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With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
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For stony limits cannot hold love out,
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And what love can do that dares love attempt;
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Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
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JULIET:
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If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
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ROMEO:
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
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Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
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And I am proof against their enmity.
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JULIET:
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I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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ROMEO:
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I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
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And but thou love me, let them find me here:
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My life were better ended by their hate,
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Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
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JULIET:
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By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
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ROMEO:
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By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
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He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
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I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
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As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
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I would adventure for such merchandise.
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JULIET:
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Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
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Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
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For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
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Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
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What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
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Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
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And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
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