Speeches (Lines) for Lady Capulet
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A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword? |
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Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. |
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This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
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She's not fourteen. |
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A fortnight and odd days. |
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Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. |
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Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
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Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
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Verona's summer hath not such a flower. |
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10 |
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
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Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? |
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12 |
We follow thee.
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13 |
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
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He is a kinsman to the Montague;
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I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
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[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up? |
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17 |
Why, how now, Juliet! |
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Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
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So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
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Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
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21 |
That same villain, Romeo. |
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22 |
That is, because the traitor murderer lives. |
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23 |
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
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24 |
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
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25 |
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
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26 |
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
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27 |
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
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28 |
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
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29 |
Fie, fie! what, are you mad? |
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30 |
You are too hot. |
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31 |
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
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32 |
No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
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33 |
We shall be short in our provision:
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34 |
What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? |
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35 |
Good night:
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36 |
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
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37 |
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
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38 |
What noise is here? |
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39 |
What is the matter? |
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40 |
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
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41 |
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! |
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42 |
O woful time! |
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43 |
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
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44 |
The people in the street cry Romeo,
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O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
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