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I've seen "Romeo and Juliet" by Zefireli about 8
times!
This is part of my favorite scene, the balcony one:
Romeo:
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and
Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill
the envious moon, who is already
sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art
fair than she: be not her
maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green and
none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It
is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing:
what of that? Her eyes discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis
not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres
till they return. What if her eyes were
there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylights
doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream
so bright that birds would sing and think it
were not night. See, how
she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that
hand, that I might touch that cheek!
Juliet
Ay me
Romeo
She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious
to
this night, being o'er my head as is a
winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to
gaze on him when he bestrides the
lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Juliet
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.
Romeo
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet
'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
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, reatain 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.
Romeo
I take thee at thy word: call me but love, and
I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Juliet
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo
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;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Juliet
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Romeo
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
Juliet
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo
What shall I swear by?
Juliet
Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
Romeo
If my heart's dear love...
Romeo
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Romeo
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.
Romeo
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
Juliet
But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the
thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as
the sea, my love as deep;
the more I give to thee, the more I have,
for both are infinite.
Extracted from the book
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
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