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Romeo And Juliet Important Speeches

The first line of an important speech from Romeo and Juliet. Choose the speaker
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Chorus
Two households, both alike in dignity, . . .
Romeo
I fear, too early: for my misgives. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Romeo
O, she doth teaches the torches to burn bright!
Tybalt
This, by his voice. should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier boy.
Romeo and Juliet
If I profane with my unworthiest hand...
Juliet
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Romeo
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
Juliet
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet
What's in a name? that which we call a rose...
Juliet
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow
Friar Lawrence
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast
Friar Lawrence
These violent delights have violent ends...
Tybalt
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
Romeo
Tybalt, the reason that I love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Mercutio
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, . . .
Romeo
O, I am fortune's fool!
Juliet
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, . . .
Nurse
Ah,well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
Juliet
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Juliet
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Old Capulet
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face
Juliet
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Friar Lawrence
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Juliet
O, if I waken shall I not be distraught, . . .
Old Capulet
Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day . . .
Romeo
I defy you, stars!
Friar Lawrence
Now must I to the monument alone; Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: . . .
Romeo
O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy beauty: . . .
Juliet
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I seem hath been his timeless end: . . .
Prince
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: . . .