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30 Cards in this Set
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Friar |
Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion's cure lives not in these confusions |
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Friar |
Heaven and yourself had part in this fair maid-now heaven hath all, and all the better is it for the maid. |
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Friar |
Your part in her you could not keep from death, but heaven keeps his part in eternal life |
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Friar |
The most you sought was her promotion. For twas your heaven She should be advanced; Above the clouds as high as heaven itself? |
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Friar |
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill that you run mad, seeing that she is well. |
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Friar |
He's not well married that lives married long, but she's best married that dies married young. |
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Friar |
Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary On this fair course and as the custom is, And in her best array bear her to church: For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are merriment. |
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Montague |
Not Romeo Prince He was mercutio's friend: It's fault concludes but what The law should end The life of Tybalt. |
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Friar |
Holy Saint Francis! What change is here! Is rosalynn that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's Love then lies Not truly in their hearts but in their eyes. |
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Friar |
Jesus Maria what a deal of Brian. Hath washed his shallow cheeks for Rosaline. How much salt water thrown away in waste. To season love, that of it doth not taste. |
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Friar |
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears. Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit of an old tear that is not washed off yet. |
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Friar |
And e're thou wast thyself, and there's woe thine, thou and the words for all for Rosaline. And art thou change? then pronounce this sentence then: women may fall, when here's no strenght in men |
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Tybalt |
What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate he'll, all montages, and thee. Have at thee, coward. |
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Juliet |
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. |
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Juliet |
It is too rash, too unadvertised, too sudden; too like the lightning which doth cease to be ere one can say it lightens. |
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Romeo |
Alive in triumph, and mercutio slain? And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now. |
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Romeo |
Now, tybalt, take the villain back again that late thou gives me; for Mercutio's is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. |
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Friar |
Oh deathly sin! Oh rude unthankfulness! Thou fact our law calls death; but the kind prince, taking thou part, hath rushed aside the law, and turned the black word deatj to banishment. This is dear mercy, and thou sees it not. |
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Romeo |
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, that tips of silver all these fruit-tree tops |
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Mercutio |
Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint. A plague a both your houses. They have made worms meat of me. I have it, and soundly too. Your houses. |
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Juliet |
Oh serpant heart, hid with a flowering face. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! Fiend Angelica! Dove-feathered ravin! Wolfosh-ravening lamb! |
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Juliet |
Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seems. A damned Saint, an honorable villain! Oh nature what hadst that to do in hell when thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? |
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Juliet |
So fairly bound? O, that deciet should dwell in such a gorgeous palace! |
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Juliet |
I'll look to like if looking, liking, move, but no more deep will I endart my eye. |
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Capulet |
God's bread! It makes me mad. Day, night; hour, tide; work, play; Alone, in company; still my care hath been to have her matched. |
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Capulet |
And having now provided a gentlemen of noble parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobaly trained, stuffed as they say, with honorable parts, proportioned as ones thoughts would a man and then to have a wretched pulling fool, a whining mammet, in her fortune tender, to answer "I'll not wed, I can not love, I am too young I pray you pardon me!" |
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Capulet |
But, and you will not wed, I'll pardon you! Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. |
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Capulet |
Look to it, think on it; I do not jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise. And you be mine, I'll give you my friend; and you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, for byy soul I'll never acknowledge thee. |
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Capulet |
Nor what I mine shall never do thee good. Trust to it. Bethink you. I'll not be foresworn. |
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Romeo |
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talkst of nothing. |
