The most excellent Tragedie,
817615That I might ki
sse that cheeke.
819617Rom: She
speakes, Oh
speake againe bright Angell:
821618For thou art as glorious to this night beeing ouer my
(head, 822619As is a winged me
ssenger of heauen
823620Vnto the white vpturned woondring eyes,
824621Of mortals that fall backe to gaze on him,
825622When he be
strides the la
sie pacing cloudes,
826623and
sailes vpon the bo
some of the aire.
827624Iul: Ah
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou
Romeo? 828625Denie thy Father, and refu
se thy name,
829626Or if thou wilt not be but
sworne my loue,
830627And il'e no longer be a
Capulet. 831628Rom: Shall I heare more, or
shall I
speake to this?
832629Iul: Tis but thy name that is mine enemie.
834630Whats
Mountague? It is nor hand nor foote,
835631Nor arme, nor face, nor any other part.
837632Whats in a name? That which we call a Ro
se,
838633By any other name would
smell as
sweet:
839634So
Romeo would, were he not
Romeo cald,
840635Retaine the diuine perfe
ction he owes:
841636Without that title
Romeo part thy name,
842637And for that name which is no part of thee,
844639Rom: I take thee at thy word,
845640Call me but loue, and il'e be new Bapti
sde,
846641Henceforth I neuer will be
Romeo. 847642Iu: What man art thou, that thus beskrind in night,
848643Doe
st stumble on my coun
saile?
849644Ro: By a name I know not how to tell thee.
851645My name deare Saint is hatefull to my
selfe,
852646Becau
se it is an enemie to thee.
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