Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? O Romeo, Romeo! Why are you “Romeo?” Deny your father and refuse to be called by your name Or, if you won’t, swear you are my love, And I'll no longer be called a Capulet. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that beautiful face. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. She speaks to the fairest stars in all the heaven. But wait! what light breaks through that window? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun rising! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon. He laughs at the scars of love when he’s never felt love’s pain.
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