Speeches (Lines) for Paris in "Romeo and Juliet"
Total: 23
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1 |
I,2,274 |
Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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2 |
I,2,282 |
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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3 |
III,4,2066 |
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
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4 |
III,4,2077 |
Monday, my lord,
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5 |
III,4,2088 |
My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
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6 |
IV,1,2365 |
My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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7 |
IV,1,2369 |
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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8 |
IV,1,2382 |
Happily met, my lady and my wife!
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9 |
IV,1,2384 |
That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
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10 |
IV,1,2387 |
Come you to make confession to this father?
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11 |
IV,1,2389 |
Do not deny to him that you love me.
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12 |
IV,1,2391 |
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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13 |
IV,1,2394 |
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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14 |
IV,1,2397 |
Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
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15 |
IV,1,2400 |
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
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16 |
IV,1,2406 |
God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
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17 |
IV,5,2700 |
Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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18 |
IV,5,2714 |
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
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19 |
V,3,2934 |
Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
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20 |
V,3,2946 |
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,—
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;—
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
[The Page whistles]
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
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21 |
V,3,2988 |
This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died;
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
[Comes forward]
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
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22 |
V,3,3008 |
I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
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23 |
V,3,3014 |
O, I am slain!
[Falls]
If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
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