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"’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."
Credit: Ken Warren Photography

Description
"’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."
Credit: Ken Warren Photography