New file: a very famous scene...

   Romeo   . She speaks:
      O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
      As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
      As is a winged messenger of heaven
      Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
      Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
      When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
      And 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 I'll 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.
  What's 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 call'd,
  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. I take thee at thy word:
  Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
  Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

• Juliet. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
  So stumblest on my counsel?

• Romeo. By a name
  I know not how to tell thee who I am:
  My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
  Because it is an enemy to thee;
  Had I it written, I would tear the word.

• Juliet. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
  Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
  Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

• Romeo. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. 

• Juliet. How camest 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 love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; 915
  For stony limits cannot hold love out,
  And what love can do that dares love attempt;
  Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

• Juliet. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

• Romeo. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
  Than 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 night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
  And but thou love me, let them find me here:
  My life were better ended by their hate,
  Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.