JULIET '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 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 call'd,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.ROMEO I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.-----------------------------------------------------------ROMEO I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.I have been feasting with mine enemy,Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,That's by me wounded: both our remediesWithin thy help and holy physic lies:I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,My intercession likewise steads my foe.FRIAR LAURENCE Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.ROMEO Then plainly know my heart's dear love is setOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet:As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;And all combined, save what thou must combineBy holy marriage: when and where and howWe met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,That thou consent to marry us to-day.FRIAR LAURENCE Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,So soon forsaken? young men's love then liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.Jesu Maria, what a deal of brineHath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!How much salt water thrown away in waste,To season love, that of it doth not taste!The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sitOf an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.-----------------------------------------------------------------------MERCUTIO Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.Enter ROMEOTYBALT Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.MERCUTIO But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'TYBALT Romeo, the hate I bear thee can affordNo better term than this,--thou art a villain.ROMEO Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting: villain am I none;Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.TYBALT Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.ROMEO I do protest, I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst devise,Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:And so, good Capulet,--which name I tenderAs dearly as my own,--be satisfied.PRINCE This letter doth make good the friar's words,Their course of love, the tidings of her death:And here he writes that he did buy a poisonOf a poor 'pothecary, and therewithalCame to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.And I for winking at your discords tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.CAPULET O brother Montague, give me thy hand:This is my daughter's jointure, for no moreCan I demand.MONTAGUE But I can give thee more:For I will raise her statue in pure gold;That while Verona by that name is known,There shall no figure at such rate be setAs that of true and faithful Juliet.CAPULET As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;Poor sacrifices of our enmity!--------------------------------------------------------------------BENVOLIO Good-morrow, cousin.ROMEO Is the day so young?BENVOLIO But new struck nine.ROMEO Ay me! sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?BENVOLIO It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?ROMEO Not having that, which, having, makes them short.BENVOLIO In love?ROMEO Out--BENVOLIO Of love?ROMEO Out of her favour, where I am in love.BENVOLIO Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!ROMEO Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not laugh?------------------------------------------------------------------------