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ROMEO returns
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ROMEO returns
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ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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JULIET appears in a window above
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JULIET appears in a window above
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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,
5 Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art 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. Cast it off!
10 It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
15 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
20 As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
25 That I might touch that cheek!
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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.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
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JULIET Ay me!
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JULIET Ay me!
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ROMEO (aside) She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
30 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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ROMEO (aside) She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
35 Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
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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.
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ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
40 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.
45 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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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 called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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ROMEO I take thee at thy word.
50 Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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ROMEO I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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JULIET What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
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JULIET What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
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ROMEO By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
55 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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ROMEO By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
60 Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
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JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
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ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
65 If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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ROMEO With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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ROMEO With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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JULIET 70 If they do see thee they will murder thee.
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JULIET If they do see thee they will murder thee.
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ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
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ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
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JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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ROMEO 75 I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
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ROMEO I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
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JULIET By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
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JULIET By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
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ROMEO 80 By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
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ROMEO By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
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JULIET 85 Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
95 Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light.
100 But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me,
105 And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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JULIET Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light.
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
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ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
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JULIET O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
110 That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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JULIET O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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ROMEO What shall I swear by?
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ROMEO What shall I swear by?
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JULIET Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
115 And I’ll believe thee.
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JULIET Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
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ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—
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ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—
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JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
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JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
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ROMEO 125 O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
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JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
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ROMEO Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
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ROMEO Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
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JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again.
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JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again.
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ROMEO 130 Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
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ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
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JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
135 The more I have, for both are infinite.
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JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
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NURSE calls from within
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NURSE calls from within
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I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—
Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little. I will come again.
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I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—
Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little. I will come again.
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
140 Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
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ROMEO O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
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Enter JULIET , above
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Enter JULIET , above
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JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow
145 By one that I’ll procure to come to thee
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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JULIET 150 I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee—
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JULIET I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee—
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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JULIET By and by, I come.—
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
155 Tomorrow will I send.
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JULIET By and by, I come.—
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
Tomorrow will I send.
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ROMEO So thrive my soul—
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ROMEO So thrive my soul—
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JULIET A thousand times good night!
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JULIET A thousand times good night!
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
160 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
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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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Moves to exit Reenter JULIET , above
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Moves to exit Reenter JULIET , above
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JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist!—Oh, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
165 And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of “My Romeo!”
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JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist!—Oh, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of “My Romeo!”
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ROMEO It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
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ROMEO It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
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JULIET 170 Romeo!
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JULIET Romeo!
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ROMEO My nyas?
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ROMEO My nyas?
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JULIET What o'clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
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JULIET What o'clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
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ROMEO By the hour of nine.
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ROMEO By the hour of nine.
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JULIET I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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JULIET I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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JULIET 175 I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
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JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
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ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
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ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
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JULIET 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone.
180 And yet no further than a wanton’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.
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JULIET 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton’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.
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ROMEO 185 I would I were thy bird.
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ROMEO I would I were thy bird.
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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.
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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.
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
190 Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
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ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
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Exit
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Exit
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ROMEO returns
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ROMEO returns
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ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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JULIET appears in a window above
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JULIET appears in a window above
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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,
5 Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art 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. Cast it off!
10 It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
15 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
20 As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
25 That I might touch that cheek!
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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.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
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JULIET Ay me!
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JULIET Ay me!
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ROMEO (aside) She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
30 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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ROMEO (aside) She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
35 Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
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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.
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ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
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JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
40 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.
45 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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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 called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
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ROMEO I take thee at thy word.
50 Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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ROMEO I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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JULIET What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
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JULIET What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
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ROMEO By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
55 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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ROMEO By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
60 Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
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JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
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ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
65 If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
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ROMEO With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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ROMEO With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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JULIET 70 If they do see thee they will murder thee.
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JULIET If they do see thee they will murder thee.
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ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
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ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
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JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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ROMEO 75 I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
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ROMEO I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
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JULIET By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
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JULIET By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
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ROMEO 80 By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
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ROMEO By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
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JULIET 85 Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
95 Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light.
100 But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me,
105 And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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JULIET Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light.
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
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ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
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ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
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JULIET O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
110 That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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JULIET O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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ROMEO What shall I swear by?
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ROMEO What shall I swear by?
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JULIET Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
115 And I’ll believe thee.
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JULIET Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
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ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—
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ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—
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JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
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JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
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ROMEO 125 O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
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JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
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ROMEO Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
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ROMEO Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
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JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again.
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JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again.
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ROMEO 130 Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
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ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
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JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
135 The more I have, for both are infinite.
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JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
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NURSE calls from within
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NURSE calls from within
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I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—
Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little. I will come again.
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I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—
Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little. I will come again.
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
140 Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
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ROMEO O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
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Enter JULIET , above
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Enter JULIET , above
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JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow
145 By one that I’ll procure to come to thee
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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JULIET 150 I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee—
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JULIET I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee—
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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NURSE (from within) Madam!
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JULIET By and by, I come.—
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
155 Tomorrow will I send.
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JULIET By and by, I come.—
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
Tomorrow will I send.
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ROMEO So thrive my soul—
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ROMEO So thrive my soul—
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JULIET A thousand times good night!
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JULIET A thousand times good night!
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
160 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
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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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Moves to exit Reenter JULIET , above
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Moves to exit Reenter JULIET , above
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JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist!—Oh, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
165 And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of “My Romeo!”
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JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist!—Oh, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of “My Romeo!”
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ROMEO It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
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ROMEO It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
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JULIET 170 Romeo!
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JULIET Romeo!
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ROMEO My nyas?
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ROMEO My nyas?
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JULIET What o'clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
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JULIET What o'clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
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ROMEO By the hour of nine.
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ROMEO By the hour of nine.
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JULIET I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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JULIET I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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JULIET 175 I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
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JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
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ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
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ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
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JULIET 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone.
180 And yet no further than a wanton’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.
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JULIET 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton’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.
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ROMEO 185 I would I were thy bird.
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ROMEO I would I were thy bird.
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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.
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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.
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Exit JULIET , above
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Exit JULIET , above
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ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
190 Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
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ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
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Exit
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Exit
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