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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Lady Capulet |
94 |
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
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2 |
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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3 |
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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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Benvolio |
229 |
Groan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Benvolio |
328 |
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Mercutio |
547 |
Why, may one ask?
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Capulet |
682 |
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Tybalt |
706 |
Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Capulet |
750 |
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to my rest.
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
1033 |
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Benvolio |
1176 |
Why, what is Tybalt?
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Mercutio |
1187 |
The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
bones, their bones!
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Romeo |
1220 |
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Mercutio |
1243 |
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 5] |
Juliet |
1398 |
Now, good sweet nurse,—O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 5] |
Juliet |
1435 |
Where is my mother! why, she is within;
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?'
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Mercutio |
1513 |
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
man for coughing in the street, because he hath
wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Mercutio |
1601 |
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
was hurt under your arm.
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Benvolio |
1648 |
Why dost thou stay?
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 2] |
Juliet |
1757 |
Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
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