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BENVOLIO:To seek him there that means not to be found. ROMEO:He jests at scars that never felt a wound.But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with griefThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.Be not her maid, since she is envious.Her vestal livery is but sick and green,And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!It is my lady; O, it is my love!O that she knew she were!She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?Her eye discourses. I will answer it.I am too bold. Tis not to me she speaks.Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,Having some business, do entreat her eyesTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head?The brightness of her cheek would shame those starsAs daylight doth a lamp; Her eye in heavenWould through the airy region stream so brightThat birds would sing and think it were not night.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.O that I were a glove upon that handThat I might touch that cheek!JULIET: Ay me!ROMEO (aside) She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou artAs glorious to this night, being oer my head,As is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondring eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And Ill no longer be a Capulet.ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?JULIET Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.Whats Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!Whats in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet.So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name, which is no part of theeTake all myself.ROMEO I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and Ill be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo.JULIET What man art thou that, thus bescreend in night,So stumblest on my counsel?ROMEO By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myselfBecause it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word.JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongues utterance, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?ROMEO Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.JULIET How camst 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.ROMEO With loves light wings did I oerperch these walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.JULIET If they do see thee, they will murther thee.ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.ROMEO I have nights cloak to hide me from their sight,And but thou love me, let them find me here.My life were better ended by their hateThan death prorogued, wanting of thy love.ROMEO:He laughs at the scars of love when hes never felt loves pain.Quiet, what light breaks through that window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon. The moon is already sick and pale with grief because of you, That you, her maid, are far more beautiful than she is.Dont be her maid, because she is jealous. Her chaste, white gown is only sick and green,And only fools wear it. Take it off and throw it away.It is my lady! Oh, it is my love. Oh, I wish she knew that she was my love!Shes talking, but shes not saying anything. What does that mean (so what)?Her eyes seem to be talking. I will answer them. I am too bold. Shes not talking to me. Two of the brightest stars in the whole sky had to go away on business, and theyre asking her eyes to twinkle in their places until they return. What if her eyes become stars in the sky and the stars become her eyes?The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,As daylight shames a lamp; her eyes in heaven would shine so brightly through the skies that birds would sing and think it was daytime.Look how she leans her hand on her cheek. Oh, I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek.JULIET: ay me! (唉)ROMEO (to himself) She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel. You are as glorious as an angel tonight. You shine above me,like a winged messenger from heaven who makes mortal men to look up at the sky, watching the angel walking on the clouds and sailing on the air slowly.JULIET Oh, Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to be Romeo? (why are you Romeo?)Forget about your father and change your name. Or else, if you wont change your name, just swear you love me and Ill stop being a Capulet.ROMEO (to himself) shall I hear more, or should I speak now?JULIET Its only your name that is my enemy. Youd still be yourself even if you stopped being a Montague. Whats a Montague anyway? It isnt a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or any other part of a man. Oh, be some other name! What does a name mean? The thing we call a rose would also smell sweet if we called it by any other name. Romeo would be also perfect even if he wasnt called as Romeo. Romeo, abandon your name which really has nothing to do with youand take all of me in exchange.ROMEO I trust your words.Just call me your love, and I will take a new name. From now on I will never be Romeo again.JULIET Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?ROMEO I dont know how to tell you who I am by telling you a name. I hate my name, dear saint, because my name is your enemy. If I had it written down, I would tear up the paper.JULIET I havent heard you say a hundred words yet, but I recognize your voice.Arent you Romeo? And arent you a Montague?ROMEO I am neither of those things if you dislike themJULIET Tell me, how did you get in here? And why did you come? The orchard walls are high, and its hard to climb over them. If a

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