Oh Romeo Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
or, if thou will not, be but sworn my love
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, do not a Montegue.
What's Montegue? It is nor hand
nor foot, nor arm, nor any other part belonging to a man.
Oh, be some other 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 called,
retain that dear perfection which he owes
without that title. Romeo, duff thy name!
And for thy name, which is no part of thee
take all myself.
