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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Benvolio

139

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

2

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Montague

151

Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

3

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

Second Capulet

658

'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.

4

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

Capulet

660

Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.

5

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

Nurse

759

The son and heir of old Tiberio.

6

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

Nurse

766

His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.

7

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 1]

Mercutio

805

Nay, I'll conjure too.
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

8

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 3]

Friar Laurence

1091

Benedicite!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

9

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 3]

Friar Laurence

1107

That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

10

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 3]

Friar Laurence

1115

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

11

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3]

Friar Laurence

1877

Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

12

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 4]

Capulet

2070

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—
But, soft! what day is this?

13

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5]

Capulet

2233

When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother's son
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

14

Romeo and Juliet
[IV, 5]

Capulet

2693

Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

15

Romeo and Juliet
[V, 3]

Prince Escalus

3182

Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.