Romeo and Juliet...~

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Juliet:
Go ask his name.—If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
 
Nurse:
His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.
 
Juliet:
My 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 loathèd enemy.
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Juliet:
O 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.
 
Romeo:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
 
Juliet:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
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 call'd,
Retain that dear perfection 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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Juliet:
"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
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Juliet:
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
 
Romeo:
I would I were thy bird.
 
Juliet:
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [Exit above]
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Nurse:
[Within] Madam!
 
Juliet:
I come, anon.—But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee—
 
Nurse:
Madam!
 
Juliet:
By and by, I come—
To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I send.
 
Romeo:
So thrive my soul—
 
Juliet:
A thousand times good night! [Exit above]
 
Romeo:
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
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Benvolio:
Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will doom thee death
If thou art taken. Hence be gone, away!
 
Romeo:
O, I am fortune's fool!
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Romeo:
"O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
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Romeo:
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
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