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The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand `
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And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. `
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Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! `
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For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. `
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Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. `
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Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave `
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Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, `
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To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? `
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Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, `
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To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. `
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Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? Wherefore storm you so? `
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Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; `
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A villain, that is hither come in spite `
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To scorn at our solemnity this night. `
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Cap. Young Romeo is it? `
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Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. `
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Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone. `
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'A bears him like a portly gentleman, `
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And, to say truth, Verona brags of him `
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To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. `
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I would not for the wealth of all this town `
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Here in my house do him disparagement. `
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Therefore be patient, take no note of him. `
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It is my will; the which if thou respect, `
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Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, `
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An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. `
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Tyb. It fits when such a villain is a guest. `
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I'll not endure him. `
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Cap. He shall be endur'd. `
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What, goodman boy? I say he shall. Go to! `
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Am I the master here, or you? Go to! `
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You'll not endure him? God shall mend my soul! `
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You'll make a mutiny among my guests! `
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You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! `
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Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. `
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Cap. Go to, go to! `
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You are a saucy boy. Is't so, indeed? `
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This trick may chance to scathe you. I know what. `
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You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time.- `
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Well said, my hearts!- You are a princox- go! `
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Be quiet, or- More light, more light!- For shame! `
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I'll make you quiet; what!- Cheerly, my hearts! `
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Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting `
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Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. `
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I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, `
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Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall. Exit. `
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Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand `
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This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: `
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My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand `
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To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. `
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Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, `
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Which mannerly devotion shows in this; `
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For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, `
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And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. `
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Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? `
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Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in pray'r. `
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Rom. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! `
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They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. `
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Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. `
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Rom. Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. `
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Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. [Kisses her.] `
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Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. `
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Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! `
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Give me my sin again. [Kisses her.] `
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Jul. You kiss by th' book. `
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Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. `
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Rom. What is her mother? `
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Nurse. Marry, bachelor, `
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Her mother is the lady of the house. `
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And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. `
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I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal. `
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I tell you, he that can lay hold of her `
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Shall have the chinks. `
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Rom. Is she a Capulet? `
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O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. `
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Ben. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. `
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Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. `
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Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; `
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We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. `
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Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all. `
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I thank you, honest gentlemen. Good night. `
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More torches here! [Exeunt Maskers.] Come on then, let's to `
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bed. `
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Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late; `
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I'll to my rest. `
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Exeunt [all but Juliet and Nurse]. `
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Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? `
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Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. `
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Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? `
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Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. `
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Jul. What's he that follows there, that would not dance? `
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Nurse. I know not. `
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Jul. Go ask his name.- If he be married, `
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My grave is like to be my wedding bed. `
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Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, `
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The only son of your great enemy. `
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Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate! `
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Too early seen unknown, and known too late! `
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Prodigious birth of love it is to me `
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That I must love a loathed enemy. `
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Nurse. What's this? what's this? `
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Jul. A rhyme I learnt even now `
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Of one I danc'd withal. `
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One calls within, 'Juliet.' `
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Nurse. Anon, anon! `
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Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Exeunt. `
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Enter Chorus. `
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Chor. Now old desire doth in his deathbed 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 belov'd, and loves again, `
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Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; `
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But to his foe suppos'd 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 anywhere; `
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But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, `
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Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. `
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Exit. `
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ACT II. Scene I. `
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A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. `
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Enter Romeo alone. `
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Rom. 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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[Climbs the wall and leaps down within it.] `
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Enter Benvolio with Mercutio. `
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Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo! `
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Mer. He is wise, `
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And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. `
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Ben. He ran this way, and leapt this orchard wall. `
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Call, good Mercutio. `
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Mer. 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 nickname 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 lov'd the beggar maid! `
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He heareth not, he stirreth not, be 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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Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. `
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Mer. 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 conjur'd it down. `
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That were some spite; my invocation `
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Is fair and honest: in his mistress' name, `
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I conjure only but to raise up him. `
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Ben. 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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Mer. 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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O, Romeo, that she were, O that she were `
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An open et cetera, thou a pop'rin 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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Ben. 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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