Jul.—What’s in a name?
Rom.—A great deal—especially when you can’t remember it. Will you quit the domicile of your paternal parent, and slope off with your’s truly?
Jul.—But how can we marry? I haven’t a copper of my own.
Rom.—And seven-and-sixpence is all I possess. Have you no jewels?
Jul.—Only a coral necklace, and a silver spoon given to me by my godfather and godmothers at my baptism.
Rom.—With such treasures and our love kings might envy us.
Dog enters.
I’m off. Down, Ponto! Good night, Jupulet. Good dog?
Jul.—Come here, Ponto!
[Dog chases Romeo; he climbs the wall; dog seizes his coat tails, tears them off, and runs about with them in his mouth.]