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From forth the fatal loins of these two foes- A pair of star-crosse lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows- Doth with their death bury their parents' strife |
Chorus to Audience in Prologue |
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Part fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do. |
Benvolio to Sampson, Gregory, Abram, and servingman in I,i |
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What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee coward. |
Tybalt to Benvolio in I,i |
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If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. |
Prince Escalus to Lady and Lord Montague, Lady and Lord Capulet, Tybalt, Benvolio, and servants in I,i |
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Examine other beauties. |
Benvolio to Romeo in I,i |
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She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. Let two more summer wither in their price ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. |
Lord Capulet to Paris in I,ii |
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Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; She’s the hopeful lady of my earth. |
Lord Capulet to Paris in I,ii |
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Take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of the old will die. |
Benvolio to Romeo in I,ii |
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Compare her face with some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow. |
Benvolio to Romeo in I,ii |
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I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of mine own. |
Romeo to Benvolio in I,ii |
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It is an honor that I dream not of. |
Juliet to Lady Capulet and Nurse in I,iii |
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A man, young lady-lady such a man as all the world-why he’s a man of wax. |
Nurse to Juliet in I,iii |
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This precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him only lacks a cover. |
Lady Capulet to Juliet in I,iii |
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I’ll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eyes, than your consent gives strength to make it fly. |
Juliet to Lady Capulet in I,iii |
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True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, |
Mercutio to Romeo and Benvolio in I,iiii |
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I fear too early, for my mind misgives some consequence yet handing in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with their night’s revels, and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death. |
Romeo to Mercutio and Benvolio in I,iiii |
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O. she doth teach the torch to burn bright |
Romeo to Himself in I,iiiii |
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Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, for I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. |
Romeo to Himself in I,iiiii |
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You kiss by th’ book. |
Juliet to Romeo in I,iiiii |
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Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. |
Romeo in an ASIDE in I,iiiii |
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Go ask his name. If he be married my grave I like to be my wedding bed. |
Juliet to Nurse and then Herself in I,iiiii |
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My only love sprung from my only hate. |
Juliet to Nurse in I,iiiii |
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound. |
Romeo to Himself in II,ii |
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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? it is the East, and Juliet is the sun. |
Romeo to Himself in II,ii |
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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore are 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 to Herself in II,ii |
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'Tis but they name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foor, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a nam? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. |
Juliet to Herself in II,ii |
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O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circles orb, lest that they love prove likewise variable. |
Juliet to Romeo in II,ii |
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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 to Himself in II,ii |
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Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow. |
Juliet to Romeo in II,ii |
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Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. |
Friar Lawrence to Romeo in II,iii |
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In one respect I'll thy assistant be, for this alliance may so happy prove to turn your household's rancor to pure love. |
Friar Lawrence to Romeo in II,iii |
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Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. |
Friar Lawrence to Romeo in II,iii |
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These violent delights have violent ends. |
Friar Lawrence to Romeo in II,iiiiii |
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Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. |
Friar Lawrence to Romeo in II,iiiiii |
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They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. |
Juliet to Romeo in II,iiiiii |