Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Juliet. My ears have [yet not] drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.—
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Romeo. Neither, fair maid, if either thee [dislike].
Juliet. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and [wherefore]?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.