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24 Cards in this Set
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But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet |
Chorus |
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Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. |
Romeo |
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Blind is his love and best befits the dark. |
Benvolio |
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound |
Romeo |
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Deny thy father and refuse thy name |
Juliet |
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O, be some other name! What's in a name? |
Juliet |
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Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay |
Juliet |
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Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to night. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden |
Juliet |
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Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine |
Romeo |
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Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite |
Juliet |
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Parting is such sweet sorrow |
Juliet |
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That I shall say good night till it be morrow. |
Juliet |
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Within the infant rind of this weak flower poison hath residence, and medicine power |
Friar Laurence |
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Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. |
Friar Laurence |
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In one respect I'll thy assistant be; for this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households rancor to pure love. |
Friar Laurence |
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Alas, poor Romeo. He is already dead! Stabbed with a while wench's black eye |
Mercutio |
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More than the Prince of cats. I can tell you. O he's the courageous captain of compliments. |
Mercutio |
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Why, is not better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo |
Mercutio |
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If you should deal double with her, truly it were an I'll thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing |
Nurse |
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Bid her devise. Some means to come shrift this afternoon. And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. |
Romeo |
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Of this days journey, and from nine till twelve is three long hours. Yet she is not come. |
Juliet |
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Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife |
Nurse |
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These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. |
Friar Laurence |
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Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives at tardy as too slow. |
Friar Laurence |