Romeo: (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: Only your name is my enemy:
You will remain yourself, even if you are 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 word would smell as sweet.
Romeo, forget your name; and for your name
Which is no part of you, take all myself!