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37 Cards in this Set
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Where civil blood makes civil hand unclean
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Where some citizens kill other citizens
Prologue |
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A pair of star-crossed lover take their life
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Two lovers held apart by the fates of the stars either are born or kill themselves
Prologue |
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Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
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Whose unlucky, pitiable love story
Prologue |
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What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend
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Whatever we screw up on, we'll fix it for next time
Prologue |
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Me they shall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
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They will feel me with my erection; my penis is huge.
Sampson to Gregory |
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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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Are you insulting us?
Abram to Sampson |
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What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
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Are you really threatening to fight with these cowardly servents?
Tybalt to Benvolio |
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A crutch, A crutch! Why call you for a sword?
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You are old and frail! Why do you want a sword?
Lady Capulet to Capulet |
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Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace!
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(Exactly what it says)
The Prince |
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The fiery Tybalt
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Tybalt is angered easily, and shows it
Benvolio to Montague |
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With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew / Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
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He spends a lot of time moping and crying and sighing
Montague to Lady Montague about Romeo |
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Ay me, sad hours seem long
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I am sad, so time is going slowly
Romeo to Benvolio |
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; / Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; / Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
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Love is built on sadness
Romeo to Benvolio |
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She will not stay the siege of loving terms, / Nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes, / nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold
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She won't respond to loving comments, or lustful eyes, or bribery
Romeo to Benvolio about Rosaline |
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Younger than she are happy mothers made
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She's old enough to get married
Paris to Capulet about Juliet |
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And too soon marred are those so early made
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Girls who marry too soon lose in the long run.
Capulet to Paris about Juliet |
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Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light
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Really hot girls
Capulet to Paris about upcoming party |
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I must to the learned
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I must find someone who can read
Peter about his mission to invite people to the party |
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Up
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To the Capulet's house (for a party)
Peter to Romeo |
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I pray come and crush a cup of wine
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Come enjoy yourselves and drink
Peter to Romeo |
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Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old
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Swearing my hymen/virginity
Nurse to Lady Capulet |
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Why, he's a man of wax.
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He's good looking
Nurse to Juliet about Paris |
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No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men.
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Men get women pregnant.
Nurse to Juliet |
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I'll look to like, if looking liking move
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I'll try to like him, if he's likable
Juliet to Lady Capulet about Paris |
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Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days
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Go get some
Nurse to Juliet |
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Being but heavy, I will bear the light
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I am sad, so I will carry the torch and not dance
Romeo to Mercutio |
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If love be rough with you, be rough with love / Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down
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"stimulate love to be ready for sex" (?); lose an erection
Mercutio to Romeo |
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A visor for a visor!
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A mask for a face ugly enough to be a mask
Mercutio to Romeo |
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Let wantons light of heart / Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels
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Let sexually charged people dance on the rushes
Romeo to Mercutio |
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Come, we burn daylight, ho!
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We're wasting time, let's go
Mercutio to Romeo |
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Queen Mab
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Know it
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But he that hath the steerage of my course / Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen!
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God will tell me where to go. Let's go!
Romeo |
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For you and I are past our dancing days
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We're too old to dance
Capulet to Capulet's cousin |
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You are a princox - go!
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You are a saucy boy!
Capulet to Tybalt |
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I tell you, he that can lay hold of her / Shall have the chinks
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Whoever gets her will get hecka $ (plus sexual reference?)
Nurse to Romeo |
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My grave is like to be my wedding bed
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I will never marry
Juliet to Nurse |
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My only love, sprung from my only hate!
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The only thing I love I'm supposed to hate as well
Juliet to herself |
