Speeches (Lines) for Romeo
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Is the day so young? |
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Ay me! sad hours seem long.
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Not having that, which, having, makes them short. |
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Out— |
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Out of her favour, where I am in love. |
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Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
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Good heart, at what? |
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Why, such is love's transgression.
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Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
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What, shall I groan and tell thee? |
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Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
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A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. |
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Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
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She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
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O, teach me how I should forget to think. |
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'Tis the way
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Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. |
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For your broken shin. |
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Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
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Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. |
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Ay, if I know the letters and the language. |
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Stay, fellow; I can read.
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Whither? |
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Whose house? |
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Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. |
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When the devout religion of mine eye
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I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
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What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
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Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
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Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
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I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
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Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
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A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
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Nay, that's not so. |
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And we mean well in going to this mask;
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I dream'd a dream to-night. |
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Well, what was yours? |
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In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. |
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Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
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I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
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[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
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[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
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Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |
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O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
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Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
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Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
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What is her mother? |
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Is she a Capulet?
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Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. |
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Can I go forward when my heart is here?
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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She speaks:
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[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? |
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I take thee at thy word:
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By a name
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Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. |
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With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
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I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
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By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
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Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
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What shall I swear by? |
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If my heart's dear love— |
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O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? |
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The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. |
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Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? |
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O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
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So thrive my soul— |
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A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
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It is my soul that calls upon my name:
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My dear? |
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At the hour of nine. |
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Let me stand here till thou remember it. |
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And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
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I would I were thy bird. |
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Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
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Good morrow, father. |
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That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. |
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With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
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I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
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Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
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Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. |
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And bad'st me bury love. |
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I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
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O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. |
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Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? |
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Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
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Meaning, to court'sy. |
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A most courteous exposition. |
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Pink for flower. |
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Why, then is my pump well flowered. |
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O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
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Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. |
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Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
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Nay, good goose, bite not. |
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And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? |
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I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
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Here's goodly gear! |
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One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
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I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
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102 |
What hast thou found? |
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I will follow you. |
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A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
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Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
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What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. |
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Bid her devise
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Go to; I say you shall. |
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And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
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What say'st thou, my dear nurse? |
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I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. |
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Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. |
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Commend me to thy lady. |
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Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
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Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
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Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
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I do protest, I never injured thee,
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Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. |
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Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
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Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. |
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I thought all for the best. |
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This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
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This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
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Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
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This shall determine that. |
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O, I am fortune's fool! |
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127 |
Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
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What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? |
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Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
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There is no world without Verona walls,
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'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
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O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. |
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Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
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How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? |
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Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
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Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
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Nurse! |
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Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
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As if that name,
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Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. |
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How well my comfort is revived by this! |
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But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
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It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
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Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
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More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! |
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Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. |
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Farewell!
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I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
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And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
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If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
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Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
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Tush, thou art deceived:
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No matter: get thee gone,
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154 |
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
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Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
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156 |
I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. |
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There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
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Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
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So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
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Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
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I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
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Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! |
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In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
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