Scene Five (Act Two, Scene Two) Flashcards
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 grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. It is my lady! O it is my love! I 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. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek.
Ay me
She speaks! Oh speak again bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night being o’er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven.
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 I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s a Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm, nor 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 Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, diff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all my self.
I take thee at thy word: call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d, henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that this bescreen’d in night so stumblest on my counsel?
