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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Romeo |
666 |
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Romeo |
729 |
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
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3 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Romeo |
746 |
Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
885 |
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
902 |
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
966 |
If my heart's dear love—
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
982 |
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
[Nurse calls within]
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
996 |
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
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;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
1029 |
My dear?
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
1053 |
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 3] |
Romeo |
1117 |
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage: when and where and how
We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us to-day.
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 3] |
Friar Laurence |
1125 |
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Romeo |
1348 |
What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 5] |
Nurse |
1439 |
O God's lady dear!
Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 6] |
Romeo |
1483 |
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Lady Capulet |
1663 |
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
O cousin, cousin!
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Prince Escalus |
1700 |
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
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18 |
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.
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3] |
Friar Laurence |
1895 |
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3] |
Romeo |
1900 |
'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her;
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But 'banished' to kill me?—'banished'?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
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