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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Benvolio |
127 |
Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
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Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Mercutio |
1593 |
I am hurt.
A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
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3 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Benvolio |
1596 |
What, art thou hurt?
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Romeo |
1600 |
Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Mercutio |
1601 |
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
was hurt under your arm.
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Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Romeo |
1616 |
This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
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