Give her a chance, she’ll pop the question straight.
Jul. What’s in a name?
Mer. Why, often there’s a letter.
Jul. Pickles by any other name taste all the better,
And so would Romeo—
Mer. Oh, dear! here’s a row:
She’s got you in a precious pickle now.
Jul. Romeo, doff thy name now, that’s a dear;
For Mrs. Montague would sound so queer:
I do not like it; for thy name mine take;