Romeo is the star-crossed lover of Juliet, a Capulet.


He spoke of a friend of his;

He jests at scars, but never felt a wound.

He said of Juliet;

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is east, and Juliet is the sun!
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 wondered where Romeo was, and hoped he would deny his father and refuse his name, if not she would give up her own name;

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art though 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.