He put my best clothes in a bag, and put it on my back,
And, with his knotty walking-stick, gave me a parting whack.
“Get out of this, my boy,” says he, “and remember, as you go,
Old Montague’s your daddy, and your name is Romeo.”
Jul. Deny thy father, and refuse thy name,
Call thyself Smith or Jones, ’tis all the same;
Or, if thou art inclined to give it me,
I’ll pack my trunk and go along with thee.
Rom. Shall I hear more, or had I better—
Mer. Wait,