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Nay, I'll conjure too.
7 Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! 8 Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh! 9 Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; |
Mercutio
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I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
18 By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, 19 By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh 20 And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, 21 That in thy likeness thou appear to us! |
Mercutio
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Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. |
Benvolio
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If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit |
Mercutio
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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Romeo
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But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?...It is the sun...O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek! |
Romeo
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O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head |
Romeo
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. |
Juliet
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! |
Juliet
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of the |
Juliet
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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.
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Romeo
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My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound |
Juliet
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Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike...With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls.
For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me...By love, who first did prompt me to inquire. |
Romeo
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Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word. |
Juliet
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O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. |
Juliet
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I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
And yet I would it were to give again. |
Juliet
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O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering sweet to be substantial. |
Romeo
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A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. |
Romeo
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'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton's bird. Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves |
Juliet
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The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequ'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light...And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent...And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. |
Friar lawrence
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Thou art uproused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right: Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight |
Friar Lawrence
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With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. |
Romeo
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I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me |
Romeo
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Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. |
Friar Lawrence
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Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear...Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. |
Friar lawrence
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I pray thee, chide not. She whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. The other did not so. |
Romeo
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Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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Friar lawrence
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Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight? |
Mercutio
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Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. |
Mercutio
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Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house |
Benvolio
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I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
And yet I would it were to give again. |
Juliet
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O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering sweet to be substantial. |
Romeo
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A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. |
Romeo
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'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton's bird. Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves |
Juliet
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The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequ'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light...And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent...And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. |
Friar lawrence
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Thou art uproused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right: Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight |
Friar Lawrence
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With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. |
Romeo
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I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me |
Romeo
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Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. |
Friar Lawrence
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Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear...Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. |
Friar lawrence
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I pray thee, chide not. She whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. The other did not so. |
Romeo
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Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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Friar lawrence
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Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight? |
Mercutio
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Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. |
Mercutio
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Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house |
Benvolio
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More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing pricksong, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom; the very butcher of a silk |
Mercutio
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Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer face. |
Mercutio
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One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
mar. |
Romeo
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An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
down, an a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-jills; I am none of his skeans-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? |
Nurse
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I saw no man use you at his pleasure
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Peter
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The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse.
In half an hour she promised to return. |
Juliet
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I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! |
Nurse
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Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.
There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. |
Nurse
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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness |
Friar lawrence
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Come, come with me, and we will make short work,
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one. |
Friar lawrence
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