Romeo : [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?
Juliet : 'Tis but your name that is my enemy;
You are yourself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague ?, It is nos 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 your name,
And for that name, which is no part of you,
Take all myself.