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Thus from my lips,
by yours, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin
that they have took.
Sin from thy lips?
Give me my sin again.
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Come!
Let's away.
Romeo,
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Romeo!
My cousin Romeo?
He is wise, Benvolio.
And, on my life,
hath stol'n him home to bed.
He ran this way.
- Call, good Mercutio.
- Nay,
I'll conjure too.
Romeo!
Humours!
Madman!
Lover!
Passion!
Romeo!
Romeo!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
my invocation Is fair
and honest.
Come.
He hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love
and best befits the dark.
If love be blind,
it cannot hit the mark.
Romeo...
Good night.
I'll to my bed:
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
Go, then.
For 'tis in vain to seek him here
that means not to be found.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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.
O Romeo.
Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
retain that dear perfection which he owes
without that title.
Romeo, doff thy name,
and for that name which is no part of thee
take all myself.
I take thee at thy word:
call me but love, and I'll be new baptized
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd
in night so stumblest on my counsel?
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am,
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
because it is an enemy to thee.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred
words of that tongue's utterance,
yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo?
- and a Montague?
- Neither,
if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither,
tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls
are high and hard to climb.
And the place death,
considering who thou art,
if any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love's light wings
did I o'er-perch these walls.
For stony limits cannot hold love out.
And what love can do
that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen
are no stop to me.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
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