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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Montague |
125 |
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 3] |
Lady Capulet |
481 |
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
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3 |
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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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
872 |
She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Romeo |
884 |
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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6 |
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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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 2] |
Juliet |
1019 |
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
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Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Romeo |
1303 |
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
to in a month.
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Nurse |
1306 |
An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 5] |
Juliet |
1404 |
I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Tybalt |
1535 |
Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 2] |
Nurse |
1820 |
Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 2] |
Juliet |
1821 |
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
But, O, it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished;'
That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentations might have moved?
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3] |
Friar Laurence |
1923 |
Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3] |
Romeo |
1924 |
O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 3] |
Romeo |
1935 |
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5] |
Juliet |
2266 |
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5] |
Capulet |
2268 |
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
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Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5] |
Nurse |
2281 |
I speak no treason.
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Romeo and Juliet
[III, 5] |
Nurse |
2283 |
May not one speak?
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