1 It is my soul that calls upon my name.
2 I charge thee in the Prince's name obey.
3 I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
4 I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
5 His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
6 Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
7 And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
8 Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
9 My invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.
10 O, here comes my Nurse, And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
11 As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.
12 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.
13 Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name.
14 But I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.