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I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act V Scene 1

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1

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

Second Servant

631

We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

2

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2]

Juliet

880

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art 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.

3

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4]

Mercutio

1251

O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.

4

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 5]

Juliet

1408

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

5

Romeo and Juliet
[V, 3]

Friar Laurence

3111

I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet,
[Noise again]
I dare no longer stay.

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