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Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

      — Antony and Cleopatra, Act II Scene 1

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1

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Sampson

35

'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
maids, and cut off their heads.

2

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Gregory

38

The heads of the maids?

3

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1]

Sampson

39

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.

4

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1]

Romeo

1630

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
[Re-enter TYBALT]
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

5

Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5]

Romeo

2114

Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

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