“Jul. Go ask his name.- If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed. NURSE. His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathed enemy. NURSE. What's this? What's this?
Jul. A rhyme I learnt even now