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Upon learning Romeo's identity as a Montague, Juliet expresses that her "onely Loue [sprung] from my onely hate" [1]. She laments that she has seen him "too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late" [1]. She views their love as a "Prodigious birth" because she must love an "Enemie" [1].
Juliet then directly addresses Romeo, imploring him to "Denie thy Father and refuse thy name" [3]. She states that " 'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy" and that he is himself, even if not a Montague [3]. She believes that Romeo, like a rose, would retain his desirable qualities regardless of his name [3].
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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: …
es, Without that title Romeo, doffe thy name, And for thy name which is no part of thee, Take all my selfe Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but Loue, and Ile be new baptiz'd, Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo Iuli. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the sound.…
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.…
ore her fellowes showes; The measure done, Ile watch her place of stand, And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart loue till now, forsweare it sight, For I neuer saw true Beauty till this night Tib. This by his voice, should be a Mountague. Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue Come hither couer'd with an antique face, To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie? Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin Cap. Why how now kinsman, Wherefore storme you so? Tib. Vncle this is a Mountague, our foe: A Villaine that is…
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…