desperately seeking Demonoid….
Posted by lahar9jhadav on September 27, 2007
O Demonoid, Demonoid! wherefore art thou Demonoid?
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.
‘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 Demonoid would, were he not Demonoid call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Demonoid, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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