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.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

What's in a name? that which we call a plum

By any other name would taste as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title.