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Juliet expresses her conflicting feelings by acknowledging the love she feels despite its origins. She declares, "My only love sprung from my only hate," and finds herself in a situation where she must love an "enemie" [3]. She laments that this is a "prodigious birth of Love" for her, as it forces her to love someone she should hate [2, 3].
Despite this internal conflict, Juliet also reveals her fervent love and willingness to cast aside her family name. She implores Romeo, "Denie thy Father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn to my love, And Ile no longer be a Capulet" [4]. She believes Romeo's name is the only barrier, stating, "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague" [4]. She passionately asserts that if Romeo were called by any other name, he would still retain his "dear perfection," and she offers to "take all myself" for his name, which is "no part of thee" [4].
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night, Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie What I haue spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Loue? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest proue false: at Louers periuries They say Ioue laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne, Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world. In truth faire Mountague I am too fond: And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light, But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more…
too late, Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me, That I must loue a loathed Enemie Nur. What's this? whats this? Iul. A rime, I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall. One cals within, Iuliet. Nur. Anon, anon: Come let's away, the strangers all are gone. Exeunt. Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, And yong affection gapes to be his Heire, That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die, With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire. Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe, A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: But to his foe suppos'd he must complaine, And…
r that you talkt withall: I tell you, he that can lay hold of her, Shall haue the chincks Rom. Is she a Capulet? O deare account! My life is my foes debt Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best Rom. I so I feare, the more is my vnrest Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone, We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards: Is it e'ne so? why then I thanke you all. I thanke you honest Gentlemen, good night: More Torches here: come on, then let's to bed. Ah sirrah, by my faie it waxes late, Ile to my rest Iuli. Come hither Nurse, What is yond Gentleman: …
her hand. O that I were a Gloue vpon that hand, That I might touch that cheeke Iul. Ay me Rom. She speakes. Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head, As is a winged messenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes, And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre Iul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Denie thy Father and refuse thy name: Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne to my Loue, And Ile no longer be a Capulet Rom.…
iew is muffled still, Should without eyes, see path-wayes to his will: Where shall we dine? O me: what fray was heere? Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all: Heere's much to do with hate, but more with loue: Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate, O any thing, of nothing first created: O heauie lightnesse, serious vanity, Mishapen Chaos of welseeming formes, Feather of lead, bright smoake, cold fire, sicke health, Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is: This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this. Doest thou not laugh? Ben. No Coze, I rather weepe Rom. Good heart,…