Speeches (Lines) for Montague in "Romeo and Juliet"
Total: 10
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I,1,98 |
(stage directions). [Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE]
Montague. Thou villain Capulet,—Hold me not, let me go.
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I,1,125 |
(stage directions). [Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO]
Montague. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
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I,1,151 |
Benvolio. 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.
Montague. 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.
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4 |
I,1,164 |
Benvolio. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Montague. I neither know it nor can learn of him.
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I,1,166 |
Benvolio. Have you importuned him by any means?
Montague. Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say how true—
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
We would as willingly give cure as know.
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I,1,179 |
Benvolio. See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Montague. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
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III,1,1702 |
Prince Escalus. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Montague. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
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V,3,3184 |
Prince Escalus. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.
Montague. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?
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V,3,3188 |
Prince Escalus. Look, and thou shalt see.
Montague. O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
To press before thy father to a grave?
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V,3,3274 |
Capulet. O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Montague. But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
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