1. Two households, both alike in dignity,
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2. in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
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3. from ancient grudge
break to new mutiny,
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4. where civil blood makes
civil hands unclean.
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5. From forth the fatal loins
of these two foes
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6. a pair of star-crossed lovers
take their life,
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7. whose misadventured
piteous overthrows
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8. do with their death,
bury their parents' strife.
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9. The quarrel is between our masters
and us their men.
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10. 'Tis all one.
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11. Here come the house of the Montagues.
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12. Ah!
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13. - Good morrow.
- Ah! Good morrow to you, sir.
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14. Quarrel, I will back thee.
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15. Right. Fear me not.
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16. Come. Let's on.
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17. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Hmm?
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18. I do bite my thumb, sir.
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19. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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20. Look at them.
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21. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb
at you, sir,
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22. but I do bite my thumb, sir.
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23. Do you quarrel, sir?
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24. - Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
- If you do, sir, I am for you.
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25. - I serve as good a man as you.
- No better?
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26. Yes, better, sir.
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27. You lie.
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28. Draw! Draw, if you be men!
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29. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
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30. Part, fools! Put up your swords.
You know not what you do.
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31. The Prince hath forbid
this bandying in Verona streets.
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32. Here come the Capulets!
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33. Tybalt. Capulet's kinsman.
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34. What, art thou drawn
among these heartless hinds?
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35. Turn thee, Benvolio,
look upon thy death.
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36. I do but keep the peace.
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37. Put up thy sword or manage it
to part these men with me.
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38. Drawn and talk of peace?
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39. I hate the word, as I hate hell,
all Montagues and thee.
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40. - Have at thee, coward!
- Capulets!
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41. Montagues!
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42. Now hie thee home, fragment!
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43. Villain!
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44. Give me my long sword! Capulets!
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45. On to the market square!
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46. Capulets!
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47. Follow me! Follow me!
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48. Kill the villain Montague!
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49. My noble uncle!
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50. What?
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51. My sword! My sword!
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52. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
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53. Hold me not! Let me go!
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54. Montague!
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55. - Montague!
- Montague!
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56. Kill the villain Capulet!
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57. I'll strike thee, coward!
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58. The Prince is coming!
Put down your weapons!
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59. Here comes the Prince!
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60. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
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61. throw your mistempered
weapons to the ground...
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62. Down with your weapons. Down, I say.
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63. and hear the sentence
of your moved Prince.
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64. Three civil brawls,
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65. bred of an airy word by thee,
old Capulet,
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66. and Montague,
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67. have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.
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68. If ever you disturb our streets again,
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69. your lives shall pay the forfeit
of the peace.
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70. For this time, all the rest depart away.
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71. You, Capulet, shall go along with me.
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72. And, Montague,
come you this afternoon.
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73. Once more, on pain of death,
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74. all men depart!
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75. Where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
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76. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
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77. An hour before the worshipped sun
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78. peered forth the golden window
of the east,
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79. a troubled mind
drove me to walk abroad,
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80. where underneath the grove
of sycamore did I see your son.
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81. Towards him I made,
but he was ware of me
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82. and stole into the cover of the wood.
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83. Many a morning
hath he there been seen.
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84. See, where he comes.
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85. So please you, step aside.
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86. I'll know his grievance
or be much denied.
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87. I would thou wert so happy
by thy stay, to hear true shrift.
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88. Come, madam, let's away.
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89. Good morrow, cousin.
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90. - Is the day so young?
- But new struck nine.
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91. Ay me! Sad hours seem long.
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92. Was that my father
that went hence so fast?
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93. - It was.
- Hmm.
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94. What sadness
lengthens Romeo's hours?
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95. Not having that, which, having,
makes them short.
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96. - But, Romeo...
- Farewell, coz.
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97. What fray was here?
Tell me not, for I have heard it all.
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98. Here's much to do with hate,
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99. and more with love.
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100. Soft! I will go along.
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101. But Montague is bound
as well as I in penalty alike.
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102. And 'tis not hard, I think, for men
as old as we to keep the peace.
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103. Of honourable reckoning are you both,
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104. and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But...
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105. But now, my lord,
what say you to my suit?
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106. But saying o'er what I have said before.
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107. My child is yet a stranger in the world.
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108. She hath not seen the change
of 14 years.
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109. Let two more summers
wither in their pride,
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110. ere we think her ripe to be a bride.
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111. Younger than she
are happy mothers made.
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112. And too soon marred
are those so early made.
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113. The earth hath swallowed
all my hopes but she.
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114. She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
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115. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
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116. My will to her consent is but a part.
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117. Oh!
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118. Peter!
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119. This night I hold
an old accustomed feast,
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120. whereto I have invited many a guest
such as I love, you among the store.
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121. One more, most welcome,
makes my number more.
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122. Nurse, where's my daughter?
Call her forth to me.
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123. By my maidenhead at 12 years old,
I bade her come.
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124. Where is the girl? Juliet!
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125. God forbid, where is the girl?
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126. Juliet! Where is the girl?
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127. Juliet!
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128. How now! Who calls?
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129. Your mother, your lady mother.
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130. it's your lady mother.
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131. Make haste, girl, make haste!
Where were you?
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132. Madam, I am here.
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133. What is your will?
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134. This is the matter.
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135. Make haste, girls. Come on.
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136. Nurse, give leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.
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137. Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me.
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138. Thou s'hear our counsel.
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139. Thou knowest
my daughter's of a pretty age.
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140. - I can tell her age unto an hour.
- She's not 14.
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141. I'll lay 14 of my teeth,
and yet I have but four.
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142. She is not 14.
How long is it to Lammastide?
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143. - A fortnight and odd days.
- Even or odd,
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144. come Lammas Eve at night
shall she be 14.
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145. Susan and she, God rest
all Christian souls, were of an age.
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146. Susan is with God.
She was too good for me.
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147. But on Lammas Eve at night
shall she be 14.
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148. That shall she. I remember it well.
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149. My lord and you were then at Mantua.
Nay, I do bear a brain.
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150. But then she could stand high lone.
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151. Nay, she could have run
and waddled all about.
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152. For even the day before,
she broke her brow.
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153. And then my husband, oh,
God rest his soul, he were a merry man,
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154. took up the child.
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155. "Yea," quoth he,
"Dost thou fall upon thy face?
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156. "Thou wilt fall backward
when thou hast more wit."
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157. Nurse!
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158. And, by my holidame,
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159. the pretty wretch
left crying and said, "Ay."
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160. Enough. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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161. Yes, madam.
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162. Now, Juliet.
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163. God mark thee to his grace!
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164. Thou wast the prettiest babe
that e'er I nursed.
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165. And I might live to see thee
married once, I have my wish.
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166. Marry? That "marry" is
the very theme I came to talk of.
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167. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
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168. how stands your disposition
to be married?
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169. - It is an honour that I dream not of.
- An honour!
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170. Were not I thine only nurse, I would say
thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
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171. Well, think of marriage now.
Younger than you, here in Verona,
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172. ladies of esteem
are made already mothers.
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173. I was your mother much upon
these years that you are now a maid.
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174. - Yes, I remember.
- Thus then in brief.
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175. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
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176. A man, young lady!
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177. Lady, such as all the world.
Why, he's a man of wax.
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178. Verona's summer
hath not such a flower.
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179. - Nay, he's a flower...
- Shh!
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180. What say you?
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181. Can you love the gentleman?
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182. Madam!
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183. The guests are come, supper served up.
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184. You called, my young lady asked for...
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185. We follow.
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186. Speak briefly.
Can you like of Paris' love?
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187. Uh...
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188. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
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189. But no more deep will I endart mine eye
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190. than your consent gives strength
to make it fly.
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191. - Juliet, the County stays.
- Madam, I come.
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192. Go, girl, seek happy nights
to happy days.
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193. Give me a case to put my visage in.
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194. A visor for a visor!
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195. What care I what curious eye
doth quote deformities?
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196. Here are the beetle brows
shall blush for me.
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197. Shall this speech be spoke for excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
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198. The date is out of such prolixity.
Let them measure us by what they will.
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199. We'll measure them a measure,
and be gone.
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200. Knock and enter. And no sooner in,
but every man betake him to his legs.
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201. We mean well in going to this mask.
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202. - But 'tis no wit to go.
- Why, may one ask?
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203. - I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did I.
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204. Well, what was yours?
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205. That dreamers often lie.
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206. In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.
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207. Then I see Queen Mab
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208. Queen Mab?
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209. She is...
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210. She is the fairies' midwife,
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211. and she comes in state
no bigger than an agate-stone
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212. on the forefinger of an alderman,
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213. drawn with a team of little atomies,
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214. athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
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215. Her wagon-spokes are made
of long spinners' legs,
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216. and the cover of the wings
of grasshoppers.
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217. The traces of the smallest spider's web
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218. and the collars of the moonshine's
watery beams.
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219. Her whip, crack,
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220. is a cricket's bone, the lash of film.
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221. And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains,
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222. and then they dream of love.
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223. O'er ladies' lips,
who straight on kisses dream,
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224. which oft the angry Mab
with blisters plagues,
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225. because their breaths
with sweetmeats tainted are.
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226. And sometime comes she
with a tithe pig's tail,
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227. tickling a parson's nose
as he lies asleep.
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228. Then dreams he of another benefice.
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229. Amen.
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230. Sometimes she driveth
o'er a soldier's neck,
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231. and then dreams he of cutting
foreign throats, of breaches,
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232. ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
drums in his ear,
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233. at which he starts and wakes,
and being thus frighted
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234. swears a prayer or two
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235. and sleeps again.
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236. This is that very Mab that plaits
the manes of horses in the night,
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237. and bakes the elf locks
in foul sluttish hairs,
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238. which, once untangled,
much misfortune bodes.
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239. This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs,
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240. that presses them
and learns them first to bear,
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241. making them women of good carriage.
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242. This is she... This is she that...
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243. This is she.
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244. Peace, Mercutio, peace!
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245. Thou talk'st of nothing.
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246. True, true. I talk of dreams,
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247. which are the children of an idle brain,
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248. begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
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249. which is as thin of substance as the air
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250. and more inconstant than the wind,
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251. who woos even now
the frozen bosom of the north,
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252. and, being angered,
puffs away from thence,
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253. turning his side
to the dew-dropping south.
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254. This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves.
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255. Strike, drum!
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256. On, lusty gentlemen!
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257. Romeo, we shall arrive too late.
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258. I fear too early,
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259. for my mind misgives,
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260. some consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,
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261. shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels
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262. and expire the term
of a despised life closed in my breast
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263. by some vile forfeit of untimely death.
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264. But he that hath the steerage
of my course,
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265. direct my sail!
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266. Enter my poor house! Welcome!
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267. My lovely niece! Welcome all!
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268. Be merry, gentlemen. Be lively, ladies.
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269. Welcome, gentlemen!
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270. I have seen the day
that I have worn a visor
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271. and could tell a whispering tale
in a fair lady's ear.
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272. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone.
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273. You are welcome, gentlemen! Ladies!
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274. She doth teach the torches
to burn bright!
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275. It seems she hangs upon
the cheek of night
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276. as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
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277. Beauty too rich for use,
for earth too dear.
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278. So shows a snowy dove trooping
with crows,
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279. as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
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280. Did my heart love till now?
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281. Forswear it, sight!
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282. For I ne'er saw true
beauty till this night.
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283. This, by his voice,
should be a Montague.
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284. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe.
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285. A villain come in spite
to scorn at our solemnity this night.
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286. Young Romeo?
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287. Dares the slave come hither
to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
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288. He bears him like a portly gentleman,
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289. and Verona brags of him to be
a virtuous and well-managed youth.
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290. I would not here in my house
do him disparagement.
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291. Have patience, take no note of him.
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292. The morisca! The morisca!
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293. - Why, Uncle, 'tis a shame!
- Go to!
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294. You are a saucy boy.
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295. You'll make a mutiny among my guests?
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296. Am I the master here or you?
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297. - I will not endure him.
- You will not endure?
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298. He shall be endured or I know what.
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299. Well said, my hearts!
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300. You're a princox.
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301. Be quiet, or...
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302. For shame! I'll make you quiet.
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303. Leonardo will sing!
Leonardo, I pray thee, sing, sing!
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304. What is a youth?
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305. Impetuous fire
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306. What is a maid?
Ice and desire
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307. The world wags on
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308. A rose will bloom
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309. it then will fade
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310. So does a youth
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311. So does the fairest maid
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312. Comes a time when one sweet smile
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313. Has its season for a while
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314. Then love's in love with me
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315. Some they think only to marry
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316. Others will tease and tarry
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317. Mine is the very best parry
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318. Cupid, he rules us all
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319. Caper the caper, sing me the song
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320. Death will come soon to hush us along
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321. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
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322. Love is a pastime that never will pall
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323. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall
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324. Cupid, he rules us all
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325. A rose will bloom
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326. Then will fade
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327. So does a youth
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328. So does the fairest maid
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329. if I profane with my unworthiest hand
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330. this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this.
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331. My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready stand
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332. to smooth the rough touch
with a gentle kiss.
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333. Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much,
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334. which mannerly devotion shows in this.
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335. For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch,
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336. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
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337. Have not saints lips
and holy palmers, too?
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338. Ay, pilgrim,
lips that they must use in prayer.
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339. O, then, dear saint,
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340. let lips do what hands do.
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341. They pray, grant thou,
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342. lest faith turn to despair.
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343. Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.
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344. Then move not,
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345. while my prayer's effect I take.
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346. Thus from my lips
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347. by thine my sin is purged.
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348. Then have my lips
the sin that they have took.
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349. Sin from my lips?
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350. O trespass sweetly urged!
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351. Give me my sin again.
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352. A rose will bloom
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353. it then will fade
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354. So does a youth
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355. So does
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357. - Juliet! Lady Juliet!
- Nurse.
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358. Your mother craves a word.
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359. Make haste!
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360. - What is her mother?
- Mmm?
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361. Marry, bachelor,
her mother is the lady of the house.
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362. And a good lady,
and a wise and virtuous.
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363. I nursed her daughter
that you talked withal.
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364. I tell you, he that shall lay hold of her
shall have the chinks.
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365. Is she a Capulet?
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366. O dear account!
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367. My life is my foe's debt.
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368. What ho, my mistresses!
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369. What, will you be gone?
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370. For God, it is so very late
that we may call it early.
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371. Good night, sweet my lady Juliet.
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372. Come hither, nurse.
What is yon gentleman?
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373. - Count Paris.
- No. What's he that follows there?
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374. - I know not.
- Go ask his name.
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375. - Romeo of the house of Montague.
- What?
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376. His name is Romeo, and a Montague.
The only son of your great enemy.
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377. My only love sprung from my only hate!
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378. Too early seen unknown
and known too late!
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379. Prodigious birth of love it is to me
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380. that I must love a loathed enemy.
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381. Juliet! Lady Juliet!
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382. Madam!
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383. Romeo!
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384. Juliet!
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385. Romeo!
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386. Lady Juliet!
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387. Juliet!
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388. Romeo!
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389. One, two, three!
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390. Romeo!
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391. He is wise and on my life
hath stolen him home to bed.
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392. He leaped this orchard wall.
Call, good Mercutio.
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393. Romeo!
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394. Romeo! Passion lover! Madman!
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395. Romeo!
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396. He heareth not, he stirreth not,
he moveth not. The ape is dead.
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397. He jests at scars
that never felt a wound.
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398. Romeo, good night!
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399. But, soft!
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400. What light through
yonder window breaks?
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401. It is my lady.
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402. O it is my love!
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403. O that she knew she were!
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404. She speaks yet she says nothing.
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405. Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
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406. I am too bold.
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407. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
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408. Two of the fairest stars
in all the heavens,
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409. having some business,
do entreat her eyes
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410. to twinkle in their spheres
till they return.
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411. See how she leans her cheek
upon her hand!
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412. O that I were a glove upon that hand
that I might touch that cheek!
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413. - Ay me!
- She speaks.
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414. O speak again, bright angel!
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415. O Romeo, Romeo!
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416. Wherefore art thou Romeo?
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417. Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
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418. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
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419. - and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
- Shall I hear more or speak at this?
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420. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
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421. Thou art thyself,
though, not a Montague.
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422. What is Montague?
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423. It is nor hand, nor foot,
nor arm, nor face,
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425. O be some other name!
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426. What's in a name?
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427. That which we call a rose,
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428. by any other name
would smell as sweet.
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429. So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo called,
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430. retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title.
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431. Romeo, doff thy name,
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432. and for that name which is
no part of thee take all myself.
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433. I take thee at thy word.
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434. Call me but love,
and I'll be new baptized.
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435. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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436. What man art thou
that thus bescreened in night,
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437. so stumblest on my counsel?
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438. By a name I know not
how to tell thee who I am.
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439. My name is hateful to myself
because it is an enemy to thee.
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440. Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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441. My ears have not yet drunk
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442. a hundred words
of that tongue's utterance,
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443. yet I know the sound.
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444. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
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445. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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446. How camest thou hither and wherefore?
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447. The orchard walls are hard to climb,
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448. and the place death
if any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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449. With love's light wings
did I o'er-perch these walls.
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450. For stony limits cannot hold love out,
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451. and what love can do
that dares love attempt.
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452. Therefore thy kinsmen
are no stop to me.
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453. Shh!
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454. If they see thee, they will murder thee.
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455. I have night's cloak to hide me
from their eyes.
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456. And but thou love me,
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457. let them find me here.
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458. My life were better ended by their hate
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459. than death prorogued,
wanting of thy love.
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460. Dost thou love me?
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461. I know thou wilt say "Ay",
and I will take thy word.
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462. Yet if thou swear'st,
thou mayst prove false.
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463. At lovers' perjuries
they say Jove laughs.
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464. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.
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465. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
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466. I'll frown and be perverse
and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo.
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467. But else, not for the world.
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468. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
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469. And therefore thou mayst think
my 'haviour light.
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470. But trust me, gentleman.
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471. I'll prove more true than those
that have more cunning to be strange.
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472. I should have been more strange,
I must confess,
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473. but that thou overheard'st,
ere I was ware, my true love's passion.
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474. Therefore pardon me,
and not impute this yielding to light love,
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475. which the dark night hath so discovered.
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476. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear...
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477. Swear not by the moon,
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478. the inconstant moon that
monthly changes in her circled orb,
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479. lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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480. What shall I swear by?
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481. Do not swear at all.
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482. Or, if thou wilt,
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483. swear by thy gracious self,
which is the god of my idolatry,
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484. and I'll believe thee.
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485. If my heart's dear love... I swear!
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486. Juliet!
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487. Sweet, good night.
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488. This bud of love,
by summer's ripening breath,
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489. may prove a beauteous flower
when next we meet.
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490. Good night, good night!
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491. As sweet repose and rest come
to thy heart as that within my breast.
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492. Would thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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493. What satisfaction
canst thou have tonight?
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494. The exchange
of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
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495. I gave thee mine
before thou didst request it.
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496. And yet I would it were to give again.
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497. Wouldst thou withdraw it?
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498. For what purpose, love?
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499. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
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500. And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
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501. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
my love as deep.
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502. The more I give to thee,
the more I have, for both are infinite.
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503. - Juliet!
- Anon, good nurse!
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504. - Sweet Montague, be true.
- Madam!
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505. - Stay but a little, I will come again.
- Madam? Lady Juliet!
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506. O blessed, blessed night!
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507. I am afeard, being in night,
all this is but a dream,
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508. too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
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509. Three words, dear Romeo,
and good night indeed.
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510. If that thy bent of love be honourable,
thy purpose marriage,
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511. send me word tomorrow
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512. where and what time
thou wilt perform the rite.
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513. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
and follow thee throughout the world.
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514. - Madam!
- I come, anon.
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515. But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee.
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516. - Lady Juliet!
- By and by, I come!
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517. To cease thy suit,
and leave me to my grief.
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518. - Tomorrow will I send.
- So thrive my soul.
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519. A thousand times good night!
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520. Romeo! At what o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?
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521. - At the hour of nine.
- I will not fail.
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522. It is 20 years till then.
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523. Romeo!
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524. - I have forgot why I did call thee back.
- Let me stand here till thou remember.
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525. I shall forget,
to have thee still stand there,
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526. remembering how I love thy company.
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527. And I'll still stay, to
have thee still forget,
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528. forgetting any other home but this.
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529. Good night, good night!
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530. Parting is such sweet sorrow that
I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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531. Friar Laurence!
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532. What early tongue
so sweet saluteth me?
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533. Good morrow, Father!
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534. Young son,
it argues a distempered head,
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535. so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
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536. Thy earliness doth me assure thou art
up-roused with some distemperature.
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537. If not so, then here I put it right,
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538. our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.
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539. That last is true.
The sweeter rest was mine.
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540. God pardon sin!
Wast thou with Rosaline?
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541. With Rosaline? My ghostly father, no.
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542. I have forgot that name,
and that name's woe.
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543. Good son. Where hast thou been, then?
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544. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask again.
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545. I have been feasting with mine enemy,
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546. where on a sudden
one hath wounded me.
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547. Be plain and homely in thy drift.
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548. Riddling confession
finds but riddling shrift.
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549. Then plainly know.
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550. My heart's dear love is set
on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
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551. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine.
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552. And all combined, save what thou
must combine by holy marriage.
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553. When and where and how we met,
we wooed and exchanged vow,
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554. I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray,
that thou consent to marry us today.
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555. Holy Saint Francis!
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556. Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
so soon forsaken?
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557. Young men's love then lies not truly
in their hearts, but in their eyes.
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558. What a deal of brine hath washed
thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
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559. And art thou changed?
Pronounce this sentence then.
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560. Women may fall,
when there's no strength in men.
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561. - Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
- For doting, not for loving.
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562. Yes, for loving.
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563. And bad'st me bury love.
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564. Not in a grave to lay one in,
another out to have.
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565. Come, young waverer.
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566. Come, go with me.
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567. In one respect I'll thy assistant be.
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568. Oh, Father!
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569. For this alliance may so happy prove,
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570. to turn your households'
rancour to pure love.
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571. - Let us hence. I stand on sudden haste.
- Shh!
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572. Wisely and slow.
They stumble that run fast.
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573. Shh!
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574. Where the devil should this Romeo be,
hmm?
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575. Came he not home tonight, hmm?
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576. Huh?
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577. Came he not home tonight?
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578. - Who?
- Romeo.
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579. Not to his father's. I spoke with his man.
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580. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
hath sent a letter to his father's house.
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581. - A challenge, on my life.
- Romeo will answer it.
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582. Any man that can write
may answer a letter.
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583. He will answer the letter's master,
how he dares, being dared.
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584. Alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead,
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585. stabbed with a white wench's black eye,
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586. run through the ear with a love-song,
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587. the very pin of his heart cleft
with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft.
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588. - And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
- Why, what is Tybalt?
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589. More than Prince of Cats, I can tell you.
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590. Ah, good morrow to you both.
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591. That we should be thus afflicted
with these strange flies,
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592. these fashion-mongers,
these pardonnez-mois.
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593. Signor Romeo, bonjour!
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594. Ah, bonjour.
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595. There's a French salutation
to your French slop.
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596. You gave us the counterfeit last night.
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597. What counterfeit?
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598. The slip, sir. Can you not conceive?
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599. Pardon, good Mercutio,
my business was great.
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600. Ooh!
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601. In such a case
a man may strain courtesy.
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602. Come between us, good Benvolio.
My wit faints.
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603. Thy wit is very bitter sweeting.
It is most sharp sauce.
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604. Why, is not this better now
than groaning for love?
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605. Now art thou sociable,
now art thou Romeo.
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606. Now art thou what thou art,
by art as well as by nature.
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607. For this drivelling love
is like a great natural
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608. that runs lolling up and down
to hide his bauble in a hole.
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609. - Stop there!
- Thou desirest me to stop in my tale?
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610. Thou wouldst else have made
thy tale large.
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611. Thou art deceived for I was come
to the whole depth of my tale
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612. and meant to occupy the argument
no longer.
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613. Here's goodly gear!
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614. Here's a fine barge!
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615. A sail, a sail!
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616. Two, two! A shirt and a smock.
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617. - Peter!
- Anon!
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618. My fan, Peter.
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619. Good Peter, to hide her face,
for her fan's the fairer of the two.
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620. - God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
- God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.
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621. - Is it good e'en, I pray?
- 'Tis no less,
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622. for the bawdy hand of the dial
is now upon the prick of noon.
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623. What a man are you?
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624. One, gentlewoman,
that God hath made himself to mar.
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625. By my troth, it is well said.
"For himself to mar," quoth 'a?
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626. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me
where I may find young Romeo?
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627. Shh!
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628. I am the youngest of that name,
for fault of a worse.
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629. If you be he, sir,
I desire some conference with you.
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630. - She'll invite him to some supper.
- A bawd, a bawd!
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631. A bawd!
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632. You filthy bum!
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633. Farewell, ancient lady.
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634. Scurvy knave! Scurvy knave!
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635. I am none of his flirt-gills!
I am none of his skains-mates!
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636. Cur! Lousy knave! Lousy knave!
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637. I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant
was this, so full of his property?
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638. A gentleman, nurse,
that loves to hear himself talk,
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639. and will speak more in a minute
than he'll stand to in a month.
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640. If he speak anything against me,
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641. I'll take him down and 20 such Jacks!
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642. And if I cannot, I'll
find those that shall.
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643. And thou must stand by too
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644. and suffer every knave
to use me at his pleasure!
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645. Oh...
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646. Punk rampant!
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647. Pray you, sir, a word.
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648. Ooh!
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649. Beef wit!
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650. My young lady bade me inquire you out.
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651. What she bid me say, I'll keep to myself,
but first let me tell ye.
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652. If ye should lead her
in a fool's paradise...
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653. - Nurse...
- Shh!
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654. as they say,
it were a very gross kind of behaviour.
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655. For the gentlewoman is young,
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656. and if you should deal double with her,
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657. 'twere an ill thing to be offered to any
gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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658. Commend me to thy lady and mistress.
I protest unto thee.
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659. Bid her devise some means
to come to shrift this afternoon.
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660. And there she shall at Friar Laurence's
cell be shrived and married.
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661. Here's for thy pains.
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662. - No truly, sir. Not a penny.
- Go to, I say you shall.
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663. Well...
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664. Sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady!
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665. - When she were a little prating thing...
- Goodbye.
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666. There is a nobleman, Paris,
that would fain lay knife aboard.
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667. I anger her sometimes and
say that Paris is the properer man.
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668. - Commend me to thy lady.
- A thousand times.
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669. Ooh! Ooh.
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670. The clock struck nine
when I did send the nurse.
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671. In half an hour she promised to return.
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672. Perchance she cannot meet him.
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673. That's not so. O, she is lame!
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674. Love's heralds should be thoughts.
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675. Had she affections
and warm youthful blood,
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676. she would be as swift in motion
as a ball.
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677. But old folks,
many feign as they were dead.
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678. Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.
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679. O God, she comes!
Honey nurse, what news?
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680. O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
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681. Oh...
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682. Though news be sad,
yet tell them merrily.
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683. Send thy man away.
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684. - Peter, stay at the gate!
- Go on.
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685. Hast thou met with him?
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686. Ooh, I am a-weary, give me leave awhile.
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687. Fie, how my bones ache!
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688. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse.
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689. Tell me! What says my love?
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690. Your love says,
like an honest gentleman,
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691. and a courteous,
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692. and a kind, and a handsome
and I warrant him a virtuous...
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693. - Where's your mother?
- Where is my mother?
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694. She is within. Where should she be?
How oddly thou repliest!
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695. "Your love says, like an honest
gentleman, 'Where is your mother?"'
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696. Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.
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697. Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Do your messages yourself.
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698. Here's such a coil!
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699. Come, what says Romeo?
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700. - Have you leave to go to shrift today?
- I have.
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701. Then hie you hence
to Friar Laurence's cell.
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702. There stays a husband
to make you a wife.
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703. Now comes the wanton blood
up in your cheeks.
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704. They'll be in scarlet straight
at any news.
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705. Hie you to church.
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706. - I'll to dinner.
- Honest nurse, farewell.
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707. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
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708. that after-hours
with sorrow chide us not.
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709. Amen, amen.
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710. But come what sorrow can, it cannot
countervail the exchange of joy
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711. that one short minute gives me
in her sight.
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712. These violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die,
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713. like fire and powder,
which as they kiss consume.
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714. The sweetest honey is loathsome
in its own deliciousness.
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715. And in the taste confounds the appetite.
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716. Therefore love moderately.
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717. Long love doth so.
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718. Ah, here comes the lady.
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719. So light a foot will ne'er wear out
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720. - the everlasting flint.
- Juliet!
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721. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
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722. Romeo shall thank thee for us both.
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723. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
be heaped like mine,
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724. that thy skill be more to blazon it,
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725. then sweeten with thy breath
this neighbour air.
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726. They are but beggars
that can count their worth.
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727. My true love is grown to such excess
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728. I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
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729. Come with me.
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730. We'll make short work
for you shall not stay alone
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731. till Holy Church incorporate two in one.
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732. I pray thee, Mercutio, let's retire.
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733. The day is hot.
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734. The Capulets abroad.
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735. if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl.
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736. For now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.
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737. Mercutio, let's retire.
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738. Thou art like one of these fellows
that when he enters a tavern
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739. claps me his sword on the table and
says, "God send me no need of thee!"
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740. And by the operation of the second cup
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741. draws him on the drawer
when there is no need.
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742. Am I like such a fellow?
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743. If there were two such we'd have none
shortly, for one would kill the other!
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744. Thou hast quarrelled with a man
for coughing
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745. because he hath wakened thy dog
that hath lain asleep in the sun!
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746. Blah, blah, blah! And thou wilt
tutor me from quarrelling? Ha!
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747. Mercutio!
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748. By my head, here come the Capulets.
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749. By my heel, I care not.
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750. Gentlemen, good-den.
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751. - Good-den.
- A word with one of you.
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752. And but one word with one of us?
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753. Couple it with something,
make it a word and a blow.
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754. You shall find me apt enough for that,
sir, and you will give me occasion.
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755. Can you not take some occasion
without the giving?
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756. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.
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757. Consort? What,
dost thou make us minstrels?
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758. If you make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords.
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759. Here's my fiddlestick.
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760. Here's that shall make you dance.
'Zounds, consort!
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761. We talk here in the public haunt of men.
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762. Withdraw unto some private place
or reason coldly of your grievances.
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763. Or else depart.
Here all eyes gaze on us.
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764. Men's eyes were made to look,
and let them gaze.
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765. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I!
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766. Well, peace be with you, sir.
Here comes my man.
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767. Mercutio!
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768. Tybalt.
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769. Romeo, the love I bear thee
can afford no better term than this.
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770. Thou art a villain.
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771. Tybalt, the reason
that I have to love thee
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772. doth much excuse the appertaining
rage to such a greeting.
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773. Villain am I none.
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774. Therefore farewell.
I see thou know'st me not.
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775. Boy!
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776. This shall not excuse
the injuries thou hast done me.
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777. Therefore turn and draw!
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778. I do protest, I never injured thee,
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779. but love thee better
than thou canst devise,
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780. till thou shalt know the reason
of my love.
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781. And so, good Capulet,
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782. which name I tender
as dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
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783. - No, Mercutio!
- Calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
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784. - No, Mercutio!
- Leave me!
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785. - Tybalt, you rat-catcher.
- What wouldst thou have with me?
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786. Good King of Cats,
nothing but one of your nine lives
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787. that I mean to make bold withal,
and as you shall use me hereafter
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788. - dry-beat the rest of the eight!
- Please, good Mercutio!
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789. Will you pluck your sword
out of his pilcher by the ears?
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790. Make haste, lest mine be
about your ears ere it be out!
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791. I am for you, sir.
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792. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up!
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793. Come on, come!
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794. Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, forbear this outrage!
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795. The Prince expressly hath forbid
this bandying in Verona streets.
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796. - Leave us!
- Leave us. Away, you coward!
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797. Go hang thyself.
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798. Cut his hair, Tybalt!
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799. Make haste, Tybalt!
We cannot wait all day.
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800. Mother's baby's
dropped his sword!
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801. Tybalt, no!
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802. Gentlemen, restrain!
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803. Mercutio, come!
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804. Begone!
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805. Fly, Tybalt. Away!
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806. I am hurt.
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807. - I'm hurt.
- What, art thou hurt?
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808. A scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough.
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809. Courage, man.
The hurt cannot be much.
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810. 'Tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door.
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811. But 'tis enough!
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812. You ask for me tomorrow,
and you shall find me a grave man.
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813. Where is my page?
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814. Go, villain, and fetch me a surgeon.
Fetch me a surgeon!
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815. Did he hurt you?
No.
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816. Why the devil came you between us?
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817. I was hurt under your arm.
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818. I thought all for the best.
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819. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
or I shall faint.
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820. A plague on both your houses!
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821. He drinks too much wine!
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822. They've made worms' meat of me!
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823. I have it, and soundly, too.
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824. Your houses!
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825. He jests!
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826. Romeo!
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827. Brave Mercutio's dead!
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828. This day's black fate on more days
doth depend.
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829. This but begins the woe
others must end.
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830. He gone in triumph and Mercutio slain!
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831. Away to heaven, respective lenity,
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832. fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
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833. Tybalt!
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834. Romeo!
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835. There he goes. This way!
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836. Tybalt!
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837. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back
again that late thou gavest me.
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838. For Mercutio's soul is
but a little way above our heads,
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839. staying for thine to keep him company.
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840. Either thou or I, or both,
must go with him!
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841. Away!
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842. Let him go!
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843. Have this!
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844. Sword, Romeo!
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845. Thou wretched boy that didst consort
him here shalt with him hence.
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846. This shall determine that!
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847. Keep your feet, Romeo.
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848. Attack the head, Romeo!
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849. - Give me your sword!
- Quick!
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850. Come on, Tybalt!
Watch his feet!
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851. Give him a sword!
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852. A sword! A sword!
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853. lnto the square!
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854. A sword!
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855. A sword! Give it to me!
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856. Your sword, Romeo!
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857. Romeo, away! Be gone!
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858. The citizens are up. Stand not amazed.
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859. The Prince will doom thee death
if thou art taken!
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860. Hence, be gone, away!
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861. O, I am fortune's fool!
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862. I am fortune's fool!
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863. I am fortune's fool!
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864. A curse on the Montagues!
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865. Tybalt!
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866. The best friend I had!
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867. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman!
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868. That ever I should live to see thee dead!
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869. O God!
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870. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
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871. - It did, it did. Alas the day, it did!
- O nurse!
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872. O serpent heart,
hid with a flowering face!
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873. Was ever book containing
such vile matter so fairly bound?
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874. There's no faith, no trust,
no honesty in men.
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875. All perjured, all forsworn, all naught,
all dissemblers.
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876. Shame come to Romeo!
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877. Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish!
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878. He was not born to shame!
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879. Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit.
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880. Would you speak well of him
that killed your cousin?
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881. Shall I speak ill of him
that is my husband?
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882. Poor my lord!
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883. What tongue shall smooth thy name,
when I,
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884. thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
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885. But wherefore, villain,
didst thou kill my cousin?
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886. To the Prince!
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887. Prince! Prince!
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888. Speak, Benvolio! Speak!
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889. - Go on, speak!
- Prince, as thou art true,
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890. for blood of ours
shed blood of Montague!
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891. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
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892. Tybalt, here slain!
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893. Romeo did speak him fair,
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894. did him bethink
how nice the quarrel was,
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895. and urged withal your high displeasure.
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896. It's true, Prince!
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897. Affection makes him false!
He speaks not true!
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898. I beg forjustice,
which thou, Prince, must give!
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899. Romeo slew Tybalt.
Romeo must not live!
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900. Romeo slew him.
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901. He slew Mercutio.
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902. Who now the price of his dear blood
doth owe?
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903. Not Romeo, Prince.
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904. He was Mercutio's friend.
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905. His fault concludes
but what the law should end.
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906. The life of Tybalt!
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907. And for that of fence
immediately we do exile him hence!
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908. Let Romeo hence in haste,
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909. else, when he's found,
that hour is his last.
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910. Banishment!
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911. Be merciful, say "death"!
Do not say "banishment"!
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912. Arise! One knocks.
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913. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
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914. Who's there?
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915. Who knocks so hard?
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916. Whence come you?
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917. What's your will?
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918. Let me come in
and you shall know my errand.
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919. I come from Lady Juliet.
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920. Welcome, then.
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921. Holy friar, O tell me, holy friar,
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922. where's my lady's lord?
Where's Romeo?
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923. There, with his own tears made drunk.
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924. There is no world without Verona walls!
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925. Even so lies she, blubbering
and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
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926. Stand up!
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927. Stand, and you be a man.
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928. For Juliet's sake, for her sake,
rise and stand.
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929. - Why should you fall into so deep an O?
- Nurse!
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930. Sir, sir! Death's the end of all.
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931. Speakst thou of Juliet?
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932. How is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer?
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933. Where is she? How doth she?
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934. What says my concealed lady
to our cancelled love?
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935. She says nothing but weeps and weeps,
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936. and Tybalt calls
and then on Romeo cries.
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937. As if that name did murder her.
O tell me, friar, tell me!
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938. In what vile part of this anatomy
doth my name lodge?
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939. Tell me, that I may sack
the hateful mansion!
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940. - Hold thy desperate hand!
- By heavens, leave me!
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941. Thou hast amazed me.
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942. Art thou a man?
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943. Thy form cries out thou art.
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944. Thy tears are womanish!
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945. Thy wild acts denote
the unreasonable fury of a beast!
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946. Hast thou slain Tybalt?
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947. Would thou slay thyself and slay thy lady
by doing damned hate upon thyself?
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948. Rouse thee, man!
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949. Thy Juliet is alive!
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950. There art thou happy!
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951. Tybalt would kill thee,
but thou slew'st Tybalt.
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952. There art thou happy.
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953. The law becomes thy friend
and turns death to exile.
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954. There art thou happy!
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955. A pack of blessings light upon thy back.
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956. Ascend her chamber,
hence and comfort her.
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957. But look thou stay
not till the watch be set,
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958. for then thou canst not pass to Mantua.
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959. Where thou shalt live,
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960. till we find a time
to blaze your marriage,
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961. beg pardon of the Prince,
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962. and call thee home with twenty
hundred thousand times more joy
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963. than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
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964. Go before, nurse.
Commend me to thy lady.
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965. Bid her hasten all to bed,
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966. which heavy sorrow
makes them apt unto.
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967. Romeo is coming.
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968. Wilt thou be gone?
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969. it is not yet near day.
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970. It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
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971. that pierced the fearful hollow
of thine ear.
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972. Nightly she sings
on yon pomegranate tree.
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973. Believe me, love,
it was the nightingale.
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974. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
no nightingale.
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975. Night's candles are burnt out.
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976. And jocund day stands tiptoe
on the misty mountain tops.
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977. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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978. Yond light is not daylight.
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979. I know it, I.
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980. Therefore stay yet.
Thou need'st not to be gone.
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981. Let me be taken,
let me be put to death.
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982. I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
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983. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye.
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984. Nor that is not the lark,
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985. whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven
so high above our heads.
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986. I have more care to stay than will to go.
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987. Come, death, and welcome!
Juliet wills it so.
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988. it is! it is. Hie hence, be gone, away!
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989. Romeo, it is!
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990. It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
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991. straining harsh discords
and unpleasing sharps.
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992. Some say the lark
makes sweet division.
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993. This doth not so, for she divideth us.
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994. So, now be gone.
More light and light it grows.
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995. More light and light.
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996. More dark and dark our woes!
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997. Madam! Your lady mother
comes to your chamber!
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998. Your lady mother is coming
to your chamber.
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999. The day is broke. Look about.
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1000. Art thou gone so? My husband, friend!
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1001. I must hear from thee
every day in the hour,
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1002. for in a minute there are many days.
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1003. O, by this count I shall be much in
years ere I again behold my Romeo!
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1004. I will omit no opportunity that may
convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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1005. Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
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1006. I doubt it not.
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1007. And all these woes shall serve for
sweet discourses in our time to come.
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1008. Farewell, farewell!
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1009. One kiss, and I'll descend.
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1010. Adieu.
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1011. Adieu!
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1012. O God!
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1013. We will have vengeance for it,
fear thou not.
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1014. Then weep no more.
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1015. I'll send to one in Mantua, where
that same banished runagate doth live,
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1016. shall give him
such an unaccustomed dram
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1017. that he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
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1018. But now I'll tell thee
joyful tidings, girl.
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1019. Thou hast a careful father.
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1020. One who, to put thee
from thy heaviness,
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1021. hath sorted out a sudden day of joy.
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1022. Joy comes well in such a needy time.
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1023. Marry, my child,
early next Thursday morn,
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1024. the gallant, young and noble prince,
the County Paris,
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1025. at St Peter's Church, shall happily
make thee there a joyful bride.
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1026. Now, by St Peter's Church
and Peter, too,
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1027. he shall not make me
there a joyful bride!
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1028. No! No!
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1029. So it is concluded.
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1030. Son Paris.
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1031. How now, wife.
Have you delivered to her our decree?
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1032. Ay, sir. But she will none,
she gives you thanks.
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1033. I would the fool were married
to her grave!
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1034. Soft!
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1035. Take me with you.
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1036. Take me with you, wife.
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1037. How! Will she none?
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1038. Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud?
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1039. Doth she not count her blest
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1040. that we have wrought so worthy
a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
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1041. Wretched fool! Let me see her!
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1042. Ungrateful baggage!
Thou shalt not house with me.
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1043. Fie! What, are you mad?
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1044. Hang thee, young baggage!
Disobedient wretch!
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1045. Get thee to church on Thursday,
or never after look me in the face.
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1046. - Father, I beseech you!
- Reply not!
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1047. - Do not answer me! My fingers itch.
- God in heaven bless her!
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1048. - You are to blame to rate her so.
- And why?
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1049. Hold your tongue, good prudence! Go!
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1050. I speak no treason. May not one speak?
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1051. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl!
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1052. You are too hot.
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1053. God's bread, it makes me mad!
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1054. Thursday is near.
Lay hand on heart, advise.
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1055. And you be mine,
I'll give you to my friend.
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1056. And you be not, hang, beg, starve,
die in the streets!
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1057. For I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
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1058. nor what is mine
shall never do thee good!
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1059. - Father!
- Trust to't, bethink you.
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1060. I'll not be forsworn!
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1061. Oh, no! No!
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1062. O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
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1063. - Delay this marriage for a month.
- Talk not to me. I'll not speak a word!
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1064. Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.
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1065. O God!
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1066. O nurse!
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1067. How shall this be prevented?
What say'st thou?
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1068. Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
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1069. Faith, here it is.
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1070. Romeo is banished.
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1071. All the world to nothing that he dares
ne'er come back to challenge you.
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1072. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
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1073. Then, since the case so stands
as now it doth,
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1074. I think it best you marry with the County.
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1075. True.
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1076. O, he's a lovely gentleman.
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1077. Romeo is a dishclout to him!
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1078. An eagle, madam, hath not so green,
so quick, so fair an eye as Paris hath.
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1079. I think you are happy
in this second match
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1080. for it excels your first.
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1081. Or if it did not, your first is dead.
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1082. Or 'twere as good he were,
as living here and you no use of him.
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1083. Speakest thou from thy heart?
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1084. And from my soul, too.
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1085. - Or else beshrew them both.
- Amen!
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1086. What?
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1087. Well, thou hast comforted me
marvellous much.
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1088. Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
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1089. having displeased my father,
to Laurence's cell
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1090. to make confession and to be absolved.
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1091. Marry, I shall.
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1092. - This is wisely done.
- Go!
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1093. You say you do not know
the lady's mind?
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1094. Uneven is the course. I like it not.
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1095. Immoderately she weeps
for Tybalt's death,
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1096. and therefore have I little talked of love,
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1097. for Venus smiles not
in a house of tears.
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1098. Happily met, my lady and my wife.
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1099. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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1100. Come you to make confession
to this father?
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1101. Are you at leisure, holy father, now?
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1102. Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
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1103. My leisure serves me,
pensive daughter, now.
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1104. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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1105. God shield I should disturb devotion!
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1106. Juliet, on Thursday early
will I rouse thee.
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1107. Till then, adieu.
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1108. And keep this holy kiss.
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1109. O shut the door!
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1110. And when thou hast done so,
come weep with me!
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1111. Past hope, past care, past help!
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1112. Juliet, I already know thy grief.
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1113. Tell me not, friar,
that thou hear'st of this,
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1114. unless thou tell me how I can prevent it!
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1115. If in thy wisdom
thou canst give no help...
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1116. Hold, daughter.
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1117. I do spy a kind of hope, as that is
desperate which we would prevent.
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1118. If rather than to marry County Paris...
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1119. Bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
from off the battlements of any tower!
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1120. Bid me go into a new-made grave,
and hide me with a dead man!
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1121. Hold, then.
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1122. Go home.
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1123. Be merry.
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1124. Give consent to marry Paris.
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1125. Wednesday is tomorrow.
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1126. Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
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1127. Let not thy nurse lie with thee
in thy chamber.
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1128. Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
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1129. and this distilling liquor drink thou off.
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1130. Presently through all thy veins
shall run a cold and drowsy humour,
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1131. for no pulse shall keep
his native progress, but surcease.
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1132. No warmth, no breath,
shall testify thou livest.
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1133. And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk death
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1134. thou shalt continue two and 40 hours.
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1135. And then awake
as from a pleasant sleep.
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1136. In the meantime,
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1137. against thou shalt awake,
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1138. shall Romeo by my letters
know our drift,
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1139. and hither shall he come.
And he and I will watch thy waking,
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1140. and that very night shall Romeo
bear thee hence to Mantua.
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1141. Give me, give me!
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1142. Tell not me of fear!
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1143. Hold.
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1144. Get thee gone, be strong
and prosperous in this resolve.
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1145. How now, my headstrong.
Where have you been gadding?
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1146. Where I have learned me to repent
the sin of disobedient opposition.
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1147. Pardon me.
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1148. Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
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1149. Why, I am glad on't!
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1150. This is well. Stand up.
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1151. This is as it should be.
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1152. Love, give me strength!
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1153. Give this letter into
the hand of Romeo, in Mantua.
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1154. My lord! My lord! She's dead!
Juliet is dead!
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1155. My lady Juliet, my lord. She's dead!
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1156. Juliet! Juliet!
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1157. Juliet! My baby, where is she?
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1158. O lamentable day!
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1159. Death lies on her like an untimely frost
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1160. upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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1161. - Master?
- Balthasar!
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1162. How fares my Juliet?
For nothing can be ill if she be well.
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1163. How fares my lady?
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1164. She's dead, my lord. She's dead.
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1165. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument.
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1166. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault.
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1167. Then I defy you, stars!
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1168. Live, and be prosperous.
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1169. Farewell, good fellow.
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1170. Juliet.
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1171. O my love!
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1172. My wife!
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1173. Death, that hath
sucked the honey of thy breath,
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1174. hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
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1175. Thou art not conquered.
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1176. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeks.
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1177. Death's pale flag is not advanced there.
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1178. Tybalt.
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1179. Liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
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1180. What more favour can I do to thee
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1181. than with that hand
that cut thy youth in twain
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1182. to sunder his that was thine enemy?
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1183. Forgive me, cousin.
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1184. Dear Juliet!
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1185. Why art thou yet so fair?
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1186. Shall I believe
that unsubstantial death is amorous
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1187. and that the abhorred monster
keeps thee here to be his paramour?
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1188. For fear of that, I still
will stay with thee,
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1189. never from this palace of dim night
depart again.
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1190. Here, here will I remain with worms
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1191. that are thy chamber-maids!
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1192. Eyes, look your last!
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1193. Arms, take your last embrace!
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1194. And, lips, O you the doors of breath,
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1195. seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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1196. Here's to my love!
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1197. Thus, with a kiss,
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1198. I die.
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1199. - Who's there?
- A friend.
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1200. - And one that knows thee well.
- How long hast thou been here?
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1201. - Full half an hour.
- Go with me to the vault.
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1202. I dare not, sir. My master
knows not but I am gone hence.
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1203. Stay, then. I'll go alone.
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1204. Fear comes upon me!
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1205. O much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
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1206. Pale!
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1207. What an unkind hour
is guilty of this lamentable chance!
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1208. O comfortable friar!
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1209. Where is my lord?
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1210. I do remember well
where I should be, and there I am.
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1211. Where is my Romeo?
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1212. I hear some noise.
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1213. Where is my Romeo?
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1214. Lady, come from this nest of death,
contagion and unnatural sleep.
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1215. A greater power than we can contradict
hath thwarted our intents.
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1216. Come along. The watch is coming.
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1217. Where is my Romeo?
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1218. Come, go, good Juliet.
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1219. I dare no longer stay.
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1220. I dare no longer stay!
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1221. Juliet!
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1222. I dare no longer stay!
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1223. What's here?
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1224. Poison, I see,
hath been his timeless end.
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1225. O churl!
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1226. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
to help me after?
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1227. I will kiss thy lips.
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1228. Haply some poison yet doth hang on
them to make me die with a restorative.
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1229. Thy lips are warm!
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1230. Yea, noise?
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1231. No!
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1232. Then I'll be brief.
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1233. O happy dagger!
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1234. This is thy sheath.
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1235. There rust, and let me die.
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1236. Where be these enemies?
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1237. Capulet.
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1238. Montague.
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1239. See what a scourge
is laid upon your hates,
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1240. that heaven finds means
to kill yourjoys with love.
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1241. And I, for winking at your discords, too,
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1242. have lost a brace of kinsmen.
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1243. All are punished.
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1244. All are punished!
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1245. A glooming peace
this morning with it brings.
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1246. The Sun, for sorrow,
will not show his head.
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1247. For never was a story of more woe
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1248. than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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