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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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1 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
42 |
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
67 |
If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
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3 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Lady Montague |
137 |
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
192 |
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Romeo |
225 |
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Servant |
311 |
Find them out whose names are written here! It is
written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
sent to find those persons whose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.—In good time.
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Juliet |
388 |
Madam, I am here.
What is your will?
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Romeo |
507 |
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Romeo |
515 |
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Romeo |
531 |
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Capulet |
634 |
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
[Music plays, and they dance]
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
Capulet |
700 |
He shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 1] |
Mercutio |
805 |
Nay, I'll conjure too.
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
845 |
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[JULIET appears above at a window]
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
902 |
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
920 |
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
929 |
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
934 |
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
992 |
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Mercutio |
1217 |
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
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