h 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 will no longer be a Capulet. Tis but thy name that is thy 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... Oh be some other name! What's in a name? A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. So Romeo, doff thy name and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself!