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Her  eye  discourses  :  I  will  answer  it.
                         1  am  too  bold.   Oh,  were  those  eyes  m  heaven,
                         They  would  through  the  airy  region  stream  so  bright,
                         That  birds  would  sing,  and  think  it  were  the  morn.
                         See,  how  she  leans  her  cheek  upon  her  hand!
                         Oh,  that  I  were  the  glove  upon  that hand,
                         That  I  might  touch  that  cheek  !
                           Juliet.— A h,  m e!
                           R o m e o .— She  speaks,  she  speaks!
                         Oh,  speak  again,  bright  angei 1  for thou  art
                         As  glorious  to  this  sight,  being o'er  my  head,
                         As  is  a  winged  messenger  of  heaven
                         To the  up-turned  wondVing  eyes  of  mortals,
                         When  he  bestrides  the  lazy-pacing  clouds,
                         And  sails  upon  the  bosom  of  the air.
                           J ulieIt .— Oh,  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.
                            R omeo.— Shall  I  hear  more,  or  shall  I  speak  at this?
                            Juliet.— T is  but  thy  name  that  is  my  enem y:
                         W hat’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  callcd,
                         Retain  that dear  perfection  which  he  owes
                         Without  that  title !   Romeo, quit  thy  name;
                         And  for that name,  which  i.s  no  [jart  uf  thee,
                         Take  all  my self.
                            R omeo.-— I  take  thee  at  thy word !
                         C;dl  rue  but  love,  I  will  forswear  my  name
                         And  never  more  be  Romeo.
                            J u l i e t .— What  man  art  thou,  that,  thus  bescrcened  in  night
                         So  stumbles!,  on  my  counsel?
                            RoMJiO.— I  know  not  how  to  tell thee who  1  am !
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