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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 Tis but they name that is my enemy Thou art thyself thought not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot Nor arm not 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 word would smell as sweet So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.Romeo doff thy name And for thy name-which is no part of thee-Take all myself.

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 anything of nothing first create O heavy lightness serious vanity Misshapen 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?

But soft what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she be not her maid since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green and non but fools do wear it cast it off. It is my lady O it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourse I will awnser it. I am too bold. Tis not go me she speaks.Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven Having some business do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp.Her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

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 anything of nothing first create O heavy lightness serious vanity Misshapen 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?

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