Romeo[upon first sight of Juliet]Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night.
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JulietCome, gentle night, come, loving black brow night, give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun. Oh, I have... *bought* the mansion of love, but not possessed it. And though I am sold and not yet enjoyed... Oh! Tedious is the day!
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RomeoIf I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JulietGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
JulietMy only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.
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[first lines]
AnchorwomanTwo households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth, with their death, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, naught could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
MercutioO! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and comes in a shape no bigger than an agate-stone, on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a little team of atomies, over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut. Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat. And in this state, she gallops, night by night, through lovers' brains and then they dream of... love! O'er lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. And then, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.
[becoming more passionate]
MercutioThis is the hag, when maids lie on their BACKS, that presses them! And learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage! This is she! THIS IS SHE!
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[last lines]
AnchorwomanA glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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RomeoIs love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
MercutioIf love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
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Father Laurence[wedding Romeo and Juliet]These violent delights have violent ends, and in there triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. Therefore, love moderately.
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Sampson[to Gregory]I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
[bites thumb]
Gregory[Abra revs car and moves closer]Go forth! I will back thee!
JulietO Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Juliet'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
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MercutioA plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
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JulietGoodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
TybaltPeace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
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RomeoBut, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon... who's already sick and pale with grief that thou have made her far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it.
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Father LaurenceTwo households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.
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JulietRomeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?
Romeo[refusing to fight]Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.
Lady CapuletThis night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. This precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks a cover. So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less.
Captain Prince[to Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting]Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands. Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
Captain Prince[in his office]Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
JulietNot proud you have, but thankful you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!
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TybaltTurn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.
BenvolioI do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword.
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Benvolio[sees Romeo coming towards him and Mercutio]Rome-O!
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Captain Prince[after Romeo kills Tybalt]Romeo is banished!
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BenvolioPart, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do!
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Juliet[in swimming pool]If they do see thee they will murder thee.
RomeoI have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued... wanting of thy love.
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Romeo[Romeo has arrived at the church and walks to lie next to the unmoving Juliet on the alter]My Love, my Life. Death is upon thy breath and yet not thy beauty. Thou are not conquered yet, this beauty is in thy lips and thy cheeks and deaths pale flag has not been conquered there. Dear Juliet, why are thou so fair? Should I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour? Here, oh here will I stay with thee; and never from this place of dim night depart again: here, here I will remain. Eyes look at last, let me take one last embrace, and lips only to the doors to breath and seal with a righteous kiss.
[he kisses her]
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TybaltRomeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this. Thou art a villain!
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JulietWhat sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.
Caroline MontagueAway from light steals home my heavy son and private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out and makes himself an artificial night.
RomeoEither thou, or I, or both, must go with him! Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him! Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him!
[Romeo pushes Tybalt back, making him drop his gun. Romeo picks it up and starts screaming while firing it at Tybalt, killing him. Tybalt's body falls into the water, Romeo's tears starts shedding while thunder is heard. He looks at Tybalt's gun and drops it. The rain starts pouring]
RomeoYet tell me not, for I've heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. But why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing of first create. O heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, feather of lead-