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1. Prologue
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[Enter Chorus]
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Chorus.
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Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
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And young affection gapes to be his heir;
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That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
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With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
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Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
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Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
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But to his foe supposed he must complain,
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And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
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Being held a foe, he may not have access
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To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
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And she as much in love, her means much less
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To meet her new-beloved any where:
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But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
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Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
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[Exit]
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2. Act II, Scene 1
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A lane by the wall of Capulet’s orchard.
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[Enter ROMEO]
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Romeo.
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Can I go forward when my heart is here?
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Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
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[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it]
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[Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO]
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Benvolio.
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Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
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Mercutio.
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He is wise;
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And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
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Benvolio.
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He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
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Call, good Mercutio.
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Mercutio.
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Nay, I'll conjure too.
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Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
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Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
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Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
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Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
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Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
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One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
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Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
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When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
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He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
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The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
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I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
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By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
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By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
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And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
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That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
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Benvolio.
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And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
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Mercutio.
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This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
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To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
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Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
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Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
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That were some spite: my invocation
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Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name
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I conjure only but to raise up him.
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Benvolio.
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Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
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To be consorted with the humorous night:
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Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
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Mercutio.
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If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
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Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
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And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
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As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
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Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
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An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
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Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
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This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
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Come, shall we go?
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Benvolio.
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Go, then; for 'tis in vain
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To seek him here that means not to be found.
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[Exeunt]
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3. Act II, Scene 2
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Capulet’s orchard.
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[Enter ROMEO]
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Romeo.
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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[JULIET appears above at a window]
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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
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It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
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Who is already sick and pale with grief,
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That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
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Be not her maid, since she is envious;
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Her vestal livery is but sick and green
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And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
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It is my lady, O, it is my love!
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O, that she knew she were!
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She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
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Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
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I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
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Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
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Having some business, do entreat her eyes
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To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
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What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
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The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
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As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
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Would through the airy region stream so bright
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That birds would sing and think it were not night.
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See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
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O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
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That I might touch that cheek!
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Juliet.
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Ay me!
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Romeo.
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She speaks:
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O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
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As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
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As is a winged messenger of heaven
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Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
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Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
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When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
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And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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Juliet.
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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
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Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
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And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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Romeo.
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[Aside]Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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Juliet.
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
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Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
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What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
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Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
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Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
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What's in a name? that which we call a rose
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By any other name would smell as sweet;
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So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
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Retain that dear perfection which he owes
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Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
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And for that name which is no part of thee
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Take all myself.
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Romeo.
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I take thee at thy word:
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Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
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Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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Juliet.
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What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
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So stumblest on my counsel?
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Romeo.
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By a name
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I know not how to tell thee who I am:
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My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
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Because it is an enemy to thee;
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Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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Juliet.
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My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
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Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
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Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
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Romeo.
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Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
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Juliet.
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How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
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The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
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And the place death, considering who thou art,
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If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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Romeo.
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With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
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For stony limits cannot hold love out,
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And what love can do that dares love attempt;
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Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
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Juliet.
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If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
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Romeo.
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Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
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Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
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And I am proof against their enmity.
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Juliet.
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I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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Romeo.
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I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
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And but thou love me, let them find me here:
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My life were better ended by their hate,
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Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
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Juliet.
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By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
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Romeo.
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By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
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He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
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I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
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As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
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I would adventure for such merchandise.
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Juliet.
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Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
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Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
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For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
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Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
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What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
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Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
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And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
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Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
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Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
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If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
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Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
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I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
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So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
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In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
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And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
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But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
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Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
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I should have been more strange, I must confess,
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But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
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My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
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And not impute this yielding to light love,
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Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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Romeo.
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Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
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That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
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Juliet.
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O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
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That monthly changes in her circled orb,
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Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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Romeo.
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What shall I swear by?
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Juliet.
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Do not swear at all;
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Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
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Which is the god of my idolatry,
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And I'll believe thee.
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Romeo.
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If my heart's dear love—
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Juliet.
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Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
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I have no joy of this contract to-night:
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It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
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Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
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Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
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This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
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May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
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Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
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Romeo.
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O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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Juliet.
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What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
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Romeo.
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The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
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Juliet.
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I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
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And yet I would it were to give again.
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Romeo.
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Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
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Juliet.
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But to be frank, and give it thee again.
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And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
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My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
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The more I have, for both are infinite.
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[Nurse calls within]
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I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
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Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
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Stay but a little, I will come again.
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[Exit, above]
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Romeo.
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O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
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Being in night, all this is but a dream,
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Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
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[Re-enter JULIET, above]
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Juliet.
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Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
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If that thy bent of love be honourable,
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Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
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By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
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Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
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And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
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And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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Nurse.
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[Within]Madam!
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I come, anon.—But if thou mean'st not well,
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By and by, I come:—
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To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
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To-morrow will I send.
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So thrive my soul—
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Juliet.
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A thousand times good night!
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A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
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Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
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their books,
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But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
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Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
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To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
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Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
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Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
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And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
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With repetition of my Romeo's name.
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Romeo.
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It is my soul that calls upon my name:
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How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
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Like softest music to attending ears!
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Romeo!
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My dear?
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At what o'clock to-morrow
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Shall I send to thee?
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Romeo.
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At the hour of nine.
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Juliet.
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I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
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I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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Romeo.
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Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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Juliet.
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I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
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Remembering how I love thy company.
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Romeo.
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And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
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Forgetting any other home but this.
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Juliet.
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'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
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And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
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Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
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Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
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And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
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So loving-jealous of his liberty.
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Romeo.
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I would I were thy bird.
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Juliet.
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Sweet, so would I:
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Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
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Good night, good night! parting is such
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sweet sorrow,
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That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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[Exit above]
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Romeo.
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Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
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Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
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Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
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His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
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4. Act II, Scene 3
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Friar Laurence’s cell.
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[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket]
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Friar Laurence.
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The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
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Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
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And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
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From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
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Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
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The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
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I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
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With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
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The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
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What is her burying grave that is her womb,
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And from her womb children of divers kind
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We sucking on her natural bosom find,
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Many for many virtues excellent,
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None but for some and yet all different.
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O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
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In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
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For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
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But to the earth some special good doth give,
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Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
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Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
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And vice sometimes by action dignified.
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Within the infant rind of this small flower
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Poison hath residence and medicine power:
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For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
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Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
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Two such opposed kings encamp them still
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In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
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And where the worser is predominant,
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Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
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[Enter ROMEO]
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Romeo.
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Good morrow, father.
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Friar Laurence.
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Benedicite!
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What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
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Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
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So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
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And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
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Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
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Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
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Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
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Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
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Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
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Romeo.
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That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
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Friar Laurence.
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God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
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Romeo.
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With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
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I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
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Friar Laurence.
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That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
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Romeo.
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I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
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I have been feasting with mine enemy,
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Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
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That's by me wounded: both our remedies
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Within thy help and holy physic lies:
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I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
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My intercession likewise steads my foe.
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Friar Laurence.
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Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
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Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
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Romeo.
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70
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Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
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On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
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As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
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And all combined, save what thou must combine
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By holy marriage: when and where and how
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We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
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I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
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That thou consent to marry us to-day.
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Friar Laurence.
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Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
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Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
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So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
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Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
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Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
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Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
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85
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How much salt water thrown away in waste,
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To season love, that of it doth not taste!
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The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
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Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
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89
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Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
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90
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Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
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91
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If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
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Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
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And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
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Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
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Romeo.
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96
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Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
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Friar Laurence.
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98
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For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
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Romeo.
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And bad'st me bury love.
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Friar Laurence.
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102
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Not in a grave,
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103
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To lay one in, another out to have.
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Romeo.
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105
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I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
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Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
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107
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The other did not so.
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108
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Friar Laurence.
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109
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O, she knew well
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110
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Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
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111
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But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
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112
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In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
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113
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For this alliance may so happy prove,
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114
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To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
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115
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Romeo.
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116
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O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
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Friar Laurence.
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118
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Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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[Exeunt]
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5. Act II, Scene 4
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0
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A street.
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1
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[Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO]
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2
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Mercutio.
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3
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Where the devil should this Romeo be?
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4
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Came he not home to-night?
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5
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Benvolio.
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6
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Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
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7
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Mercutio.
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8
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Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
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9
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Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
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10
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Benvolio.
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11
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Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
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12
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Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
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13
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Mercutio.
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14
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A challenge, on my life.
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15
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Benvolio.
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16
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Romeo will answer it.
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17
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Mercutio.
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18
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Any man that can write may answer a letter.
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19
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Benvolio.
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20
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Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
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21
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dares, being dared.
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22
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Mercutio.
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23
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Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
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24
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white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
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25
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love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
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26
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blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
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27
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encounter Tybalt?
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28
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Benvolio.
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29
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Why, what is Tybalt?
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30
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Mercutio.
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31
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More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
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32
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the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
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33
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you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
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34
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proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
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35
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the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
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36
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button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
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37
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very first house, of the first and second cause:
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ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
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39
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hai!
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40
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Benvolio.
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41
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The what?
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42
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Mercutio.
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43
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The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
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44
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fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
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45
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a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
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46
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whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
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grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
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48
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these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
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49
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perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
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50
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that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
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51
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bones, their bones!
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52
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[Enter ROMEO]
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53
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Benvolio.
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Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
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Mercutio.
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56
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Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
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how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
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that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
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59
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kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
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60
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be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
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61
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Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
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62
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eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
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63
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Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
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64
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to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
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65
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fairly last night.
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66
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Romeo.
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67
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Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
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68
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Mercutio.
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69
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The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
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70
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Romeo.
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71
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Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
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72
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such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
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73
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Mercutio.
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74
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That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
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75
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constrains a man to bow in the hams.
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76
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Romeo.
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77
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Meaning, to court'sy.
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78
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Mercutio.
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Thou hast most kindly hit it.
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Romeo.
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81
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A most courteous exposition.
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82
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Mercutio.
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83
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Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
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84
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Pink for flower.
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Mercutio.
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Right.
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Romeo.
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Why, then is my pump well flowered.
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Mercutio.
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Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
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worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
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is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
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O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
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singleness.
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Mercutio.
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Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
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Romeo.
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Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
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Mercutio.
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Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
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done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
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thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
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was I with you there for the goose?
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Romeo.
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Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
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not there for the goose.
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Mercutio.
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I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
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Romeo.
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Nay, good goose, bite not.
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Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
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sharp sauce.
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Romeo.
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And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
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O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
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inch narrow to an ell broad!
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Romeo.
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I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
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to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
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Mercutio.
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Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
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now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
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thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
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for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
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that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
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Benvolio.
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Stop there, stop there.
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Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
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Benvolio.
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Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
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Mercutio.
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O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
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for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
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meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
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Romeo.
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Here's goodly gear!
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Mercutio.
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A sail, a sail!
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Benvolio.
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Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
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Nurse.
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Peter!
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Peter.
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Anon!
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Nurse.
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My fan, Peter.
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Mercutio.
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Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
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fairer face.
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Nurse.
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God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
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Mercutio.
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God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
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Nurse.
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Is it good den?
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Mercutio.
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'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
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dial is now upon the prick of noon.
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Nurse.
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Out upon you! what a man are you!
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Romeo.
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One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
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mar.
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Nurse.
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By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
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quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
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may find the young Romeo?
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Romeo.
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I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
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you have found him than he was when you sought him:
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I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
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Nurse.
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You say well.
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Mercutio.
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Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
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wisely, wisely.
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Nurse.
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if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
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you.
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Benvolio.
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She will indite him to some supper.
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Mercutio.
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A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
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Romeo.
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What hast thou found?
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Mercutio.
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No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
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that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
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[Sings]
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An old hare hoar,
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And an old hare hoar,
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Is very good meat in lent
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But a hare that is hoar
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Is too much for a score,
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When it hoars ere it be spent.
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Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
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to dinner, thither.
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Romeo.
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I will follow you.
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Mercutio.
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Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
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[Singing]
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'lady, lady, lady.'
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[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
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Nurse.
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Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
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merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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Romeo.
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A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
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and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
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to in a month.
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Nurse.
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An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
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down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
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Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
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Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
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none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
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too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
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Peter.
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I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
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should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
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draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
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good quarrel, and the law on my side.
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Nurse.
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Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
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me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
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and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
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out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
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but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
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a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
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kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
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is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
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with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
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to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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Romeo.
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Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
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protest unto thee—
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Nurse.
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Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
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Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
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Romeo.
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What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
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Nurse.
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I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
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I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
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Romeo.
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Bid her devise
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Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
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And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
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Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
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Nurse.
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No truly sir; not a penny.
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Romeo.
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Go to; I say you shall.
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Nurse.
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This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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Romeo.
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And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
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Within this hour my man shall be with thee
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And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
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Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
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Must be my convoy in the secret night.
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Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
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Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
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Nurse.
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Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
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Romeo.
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What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
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Nurse.
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276
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Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
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277
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Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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Romeo.
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279
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I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
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Nurse.
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Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,
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Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:—O, there
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is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
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lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
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see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
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sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
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man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
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as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
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289
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rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
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Romeo.
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291
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Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
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Nurse.
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Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
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the—No; I know it begins with some other
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letter:—and she hath the prettiest sententious of
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it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
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to hear it.
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Romeo.
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Commend me to thy lady.
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300
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Nurse.
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301
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Ay, a thousand times.
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302
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[Exit Romeo]
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Peter!
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Peter.
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305
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Anon!
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Nurse.
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307
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Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
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[Exeunt]
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6. Act II, Scene 5
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0
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Capulet’s orchard.
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1
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[Enter JULIET]
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2
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Juliet.
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3
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The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
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4
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In half an hour she promised to return.
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5
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Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
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6
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O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
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7
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Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
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8
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Driving back shadows over louring hills:
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9
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Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
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10
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And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
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11
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Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
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12
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Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
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13
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Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
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14
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Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
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15
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She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
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16
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My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
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17
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And his to me:
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18
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But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
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19
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Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
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O God, she comes!
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[Enter Nurse and PETER]
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22
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O honey nurse, what news?
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Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
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24
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Nurse.
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25
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Peter, stay at the gate.
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[Exit PETER]
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Juliet.
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Now, good sweet nurse,—O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
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29
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Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
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30
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If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
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By playing it to me with so sour a face.
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32
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Nurse.
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33
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I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
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34
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Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
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35
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Juliet.
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36
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I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
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37
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Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
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38
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Nurse.
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39
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Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
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40
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Do you not see that I am out of breath?
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41
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Juliet.
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42
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How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
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43
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To say to me that thou art out of breath?
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44
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The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
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45
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Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
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46
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Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
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47
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Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
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48
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Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
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Nurse.
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50
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Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
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51
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how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
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face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
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53
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all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
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though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
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past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
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but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
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57
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ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
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58
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Juliet.
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59
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No, no: but all this did I know before.
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60
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What says he of our marriage? what of that?
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61
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Nurse.
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Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
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It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
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My back o' t' other side,—O, my back, my back!
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65
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Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
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66
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To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
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67
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Juliet.
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68
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I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
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69
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Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
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70
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Nurse.
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71
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Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
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courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
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warrant, a virtuous,—Where is your mother?
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74
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Juliet.
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75
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Where is my mother! why, she is within;
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Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
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'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
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Where is your mother?'
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Nurse.
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80
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O God's lady dear!
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81
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Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
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82
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Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
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83
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Henceforward do your messages yourself.
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84
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Juliet.
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85
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Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
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86
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Nurse.
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87
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Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
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Juliet.
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89
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I have.
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90
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Nurse.
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91
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Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
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There stays a husband to make you a wife:
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93
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Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
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94
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They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
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Hie you to church; I must another way,
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To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
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Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
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I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
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But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
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Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
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Juliet.
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102
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Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
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[Exeunt]
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7. Act II, Scene 6
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Friar Laurence’s cell.
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1
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[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO]
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2
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Friar Laurence.
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3
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So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
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4
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That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
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Romeo.
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Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
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7
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It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
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8
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That one short minute gives me in her sight:
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9
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Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
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Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
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It is enough I may but call her mine.
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12
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Friar Laurence.
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These violent delights have violent ends
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14
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And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
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15
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Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
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Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
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And in the taste confounds the appetite:
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Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
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Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
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[Enter JULIET]
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Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
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Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
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A lover may bestride the gossamer
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That idles in the wanton summer air,
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And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
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Juliet.
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27
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Good even to my ghostly confessor.
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28
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Friar Laurence.
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29
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Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
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30
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Juliet.
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31
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As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
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32
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Romeo.
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33
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Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
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34
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Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
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35
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To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
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This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
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37
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Unfold the imagined happiness that both
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38
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Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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39
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Juliet.
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40
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Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
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41
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Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
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42
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They are but beggars that can count their worth;
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43
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But my true love is grown to such excess
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44
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I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
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45
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Friar Laurence.
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46
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Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
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47
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For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
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Till holy church incorporate two in one.
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