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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
26 |
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
30 |
True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
to the wall.
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3 |
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.
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
47 |
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Gregory |
52 |
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list.
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
54 |
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Prince Escalus |
101 |
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Montague |
166 |
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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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] |
Benvolio |
223 |
Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
231 |
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
237 |
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Benvolio |
246 |
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Capulet |
283 |
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view, of many mine being one
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
[To Servant, giving a paper]
Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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15 |
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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16 |
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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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Benvolio |
371 |
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Juliet |
388 |
Madam, I am here.
What is your will?
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Juliet |
482 |
I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Benvolio |
499 |
The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But let them measure us by what they will;
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
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