Rom. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?[445]
Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.[446]
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,[447] 40
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part[448]
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name![448][449]
What's in a name? that which we call a rose[450]
By any other name would smell as sweet;[451]
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,[452] 45
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,[453]
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,[454]
Take all myself.
Rom. I take thee at thy word:[455]
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; 50
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night,[456]
So stumblest on my counsel?
Rom. By a name[457]
I know not how to tell thee who I am:[457]
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, 55
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words[458]
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound:[459]
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? 60
Rom. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.[460]
Jul. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?[461]
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.[462] 65
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls,[463]
For stony limits cannot hold love out:
And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.[464]
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. 70