O Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;-- Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague?
It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, it's nor your face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not call'd Romeo, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title:
Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Romeo!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?.. A rose by any other name... A rose...