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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Gregory |
22 |
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Gregory |
24 |
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
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3 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
39 |
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Gregory |
44 |
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
two of the house of the Montagues.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Tybalt |
80 |
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Montague |
98 |
Thou villain Capulet,—Hold me not, let me go.
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Lady Montague |
99 |
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Montague |
179 |
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
195 |
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
212 |
Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
258 |
'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Benvolio |
319 |
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Benvolio |
328 |
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Benvolio |
359 |
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Lady Capulet |
390 |
This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Nurse |
401 |
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: but, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,—
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:—
Nay, I do bear a brain:—but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time it is eleven years;
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all about;
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
And then my husband—God be with his soul!
A' was a merry man—took up the child:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Nurse |
435 |
Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Juliet |
443 |
And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Nurse |
444 |
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Nurse |
452 |
An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
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