"where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;" "whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth with their death bury their parents' strife." "The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love is now the two hours' traffic of our stage. where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life." "A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!" "Pedlar's excrement!" "King Urinal!" "Go rot!" "The boys!" "The boys!" " The quarrel is between our masters." " And us their men!" "toil and trouble!" "And I am a pretty piece of flesh!" "I am..." "I will back thee." "if they bear it." "Go forth!" "I will back thee!" "sir." "sir?" " Is the law of our side if I say ay?" " No!" "sir!" "sir!" "I am for you." "I serve as good a man as you." "No better?" "Here comes our kinsman." "Say better!" "better!" " You lie!" "if you be men!" "fools!" "You know not what you do." "Put up your Swords!" "art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? and look upon thy death." "I do but keep the peace. or manage it to part these men with me." "Peace?" "I hate the word... - and thee." " Bang bang!" "Bang." " Come forth!" "Come!" " Wait!" "Come forth!" "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny..." "Do not proceed!" "ho!" "Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. enemies to peace!" "Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground! from those bloody hands throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground! have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets. your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace." "O where is Romeo?" "Saw you him today?" "Right glad I am he was not at this fray. so early walking did I see your son. with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew. and makes himself an artificial night." "then..." "O loving hate!" "O anything of nothing first create! serious vanity." "Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms." "Black and portentous must this humour prove... unless good counsel may the cause remove." "step aside." "I'll know his grievance or be much denied." "let's away." "cousin." "Is the day so young?" "coz." "sad hours seem long." "Was that my father that went hence so fast?" "It was." "What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" "Not having that which having makes them short." " In love?" " Out." " Of love?" " Out of her favour where I am in love. should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. should without eyes see pathways to his will." "Where shall we dine?" "..this costly blood." "Never anger made good guard for itself." "The law hath not been dead..." "O me!" "What fray was here?" "for l've heard it all." "but more with love." "O loving hate!" "O anything of nothing first create!" "serious vanity!" "Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!" "br..." "Dost thou not laugh?" "I rather weep." "at what?" "my coz." "you do me wrong." "in penalty alike." "for men as old as we to keep the peace." "and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long." "what say you to my suit?" "But saying o'er what I have said before:" "my child is yet a stranger in the world." "Let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride." "Younger than she are happy mothers made." "And too soon marr'd are those so early made." "This night I hold an old accustom'd feast." "At my poor house look to behold this night fresh female buds that make dark heaven light. and like her most whose merit most shall be." "go with me." "who is it that you love?" "I do love a woman." "I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved." "A right good marksman!" "And she's fair I love." "is soonest hit." "in that hit you miss." "She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow; nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold." "Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?" "and in that sparing makes huge waste." " Be ruled by me." "Forget to think of her." " Teach me how I should forget to think." "By giving liberty unto thine eyes." "Examine other beauties." "art thou mad?" "but bound more than a madman is." "whipp'd and tormented." "good fellow." "I'll tell you without asking." "The great rich Capulet holds an old accustom'd feast. and her lovely nieces Rosaline... with all the admired beauties of Verona." "come and crush a cup of wine¤ and with unattainted eye and I will make thee think thy swan a crow. but to rejoice in splendour of mine own." "Juliet!" "Nurse!" "where's my daughter?" "Call her forth to me." "I bade her come." "God forbid!" "Julieta!" "I am here." "What is your will?" "give us leave awhile." "We must talk in secret." "come back again!" "I have remembered me." "Thou's hear our counsel." "thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age." "Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed." "I was your mother much upon these years." "You are now a maid." "Thus then in brief!" "The valiant Paris seeks you for his love." "young lady!" "he's a man of wax!" "Verona's summer hath not such a flower... a very flower..." "Nurse!" "This night you shall behold him at our feast." "Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. only lacks a cover. by having him making yourself no less." "bigger." "Women grow by men." "could you like of Paris' love?" "if looking liking move." "But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly." "the guests are come." "Go!" "We follow thee." "Juliet!" "girl." "Seek happy nights to happy days." "You taffeta punk!" "Die a beggar!" "Ending up just another lost and lonely wife" "Young hearts" "Run free" "Never be hung up" "Like Rosaline and thee we must have you dance." "believe me." "You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead." "You are a lover." "Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound." "Under love's heavy burden do I sink." "Too great oppression for a tender thing. and it pricks like thorn." "be rough with love." "and you beat love down." "betake him to his legs!" "ho!" "may one ask?" " I dreamt a dream tonight." " And so did I." " And what was yours?" " That dreamers often lie." "while they do dream things true." "Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone drawn with a team of little atomies over men's noses as they lie asleep. her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat. and then they dream of... love;" "who straight dream on fees. and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats;" "and sleeps again. making them women of good carriage!" "This is she!" "peace!" "Thou talk'st of nothing." "True. begot of nothing but vain fantasy; turning aside to the dew-dropping south." "This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves!" "and we shall come too late!" "too early. and expire the term... of a despised life closed within my breast... by some vile forfeit of untimely death." "But he that hath the steerage of my course direct my sail!" "lusty gentlemen!" "Thy drugs are quick." "I have seen the day that I could tell a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear such as would please." "Pride can stand a thousand trials" "The strong will never fall" "But watching stars without you" "My soul cried" "Heaving heart" "Is full of pain" "The aching" "Cos I'm kissing you" "I'm kissing you" "your mother calls!" "Touch me deep" "Pure and true" "Will you now deny to dance?" "young lady." "Such a man!" "What!" "Dares that slave come hither to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?" "to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!" "kinsman!" "Wherefore storm you so?" "our foe." " Romeo is it?" " 'Tis he." "let him alone." "I would not for the wealth of all this town here in my house do him disparagement." "take no note of him." "I'll not endure him." "He shall be endured." "Go to!" "goodman boy?" "I say he shall!" "Go to!" "'tis a shame." "Make a mutiny among my guests?" "Did my heart love till now?" "sight." "For I never saw true beauty till this night." "Where are you now?" "Cos I'm kissing you" "I'm kissing you now the gentle sin is this." "ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. which mannerly devotion shows in this. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." "and holy palmers too?" "lips that they must use in prayer." "let lips do what hands do." "lest faith turn to despair." "though grant for prayers' sake." "while my prayer's effect I take." "Dave!" "my sin is purged." "Then have my lips the sin that they have took?" "Sin from my lips?" "O trespass sweetly urged!" "Give me my sin again." "You kiss by the book." "Juliet!" "your mother craves a word with you." "let's away!" "Is she a Capulet? the only son of your great enemy." "be gone." "The sport is at its best." "so I fear." "The more is my unrest." "..a pretty piece of flesh!" "I am!" "My only love sprung from my only hate!" "and known too late!" "that I must love a loathed enemy." "I will withdraw. convert to bitterest gall." "A pretty piece of flesh!" "I am!" "Romeo!" "Humours!" "Madman!" "Passion!" "Lover! and quivering thigh!" "that she were an open-ass and thou a poperin pear!" "He jests at scars that never felt the wound." "Romeo!" "Good night!" "I'll to my truckle-bed." "This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep." "But soft!" "What light through yonder window breaks? and Juliet is the sun! who is already sick and pale with grief art far more fair than she." "since she is envious." "and none but fools do wear it." "O cast it off!" "it is my love." "O that she knew she were." "Ay me!" "She speaks." "bright angel." "Romeo." "O Romeo!" "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" "Deny thy father and refuse thy name." "and I'll no longer be a Capulet. or shall I speak at this?" "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy." "though not a Montague." "What's Montague? 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. retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." "doff thy name;" "take all myself." "I take thee at thy word." "and a Montague?" "if either thee dislike." "and wherefore? considering who thou art. that dares love attempt." "Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!" "they will murder thee." "I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes. let them find me here. wanting of thy love." "Thou knowest 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 deny what I have spoke." "But... farewell compliment." "Dost thou love me?" "and I will take thy word." "thou may'st prove false." "pronounce it faithfully. that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops... lest that thy love prove likewise variable." "What shall I swear by?" "Do not swear at all. and I'll believe thee." "If my heart's... dear love..." "I have no joy in this contract tonight. which doth cease to be ere one can say "lt lightens"." "good night! may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." "Good night." "Good night!" "O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" "What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" "The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!" "Juliet!" "and good night indeed. and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay throughout the world." "Julieta!" "I come!" "I do beseech thee... I come!" "and leave me to my grief." "Tomorrow will I send." "So thrive my soul." "A thousand times good night." "to want thy light!" "Juliet!" "Julieta!" "Good night." "Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; toward school with heavy looks." "Romeo!" "What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?" "By the hour of nine." "I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night." "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow." "Juliet!" "You and me always" "And for ever" "You and me always" "And for ever" "It was always you and me... and their true qualities." "For nought so vile that on the earth doth live but to the earth some special good doth give. stumbling on abuse. and vice sometime's by action dignified." "Within the infant rind of this weak flower... poison is resident... and medicine power." "with that part cheers each part. slays all senses with the heart. grace and rude will." "full soon the canker death eats up that plant." "Father!" "Benedicite!" "What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?" "Romeo." "Good morrow." "it argues a distemper'd head so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed." "then here I hit it right..." "Our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight!" "The last is true - the sweeter rest was mine." "God pardon sin!" "Wast thou with Rosaline?" "no!" "and that name's woe." "That's my good son." "But where then hast thou been?" "where on a sudden one hath wounded me that's by me wounded." "Both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies." "and homely in thy drift." "Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift." "Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. we made exchange of vow. that thou consent to marry us today." "Holy Saint Francis!" "What a change is here!" "so soon forsaken?" "but in their eyes." "Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline." "pupil mine." "I pray thee... chide me not!" "Her I love now doth grace for grace and love for love allow." "The other did not so." "she well knew... that could not spell." "Maybe I'm just like my mother" "She's never satisfied" "¤or this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households' rancour to pure love." "This is what it sounds like" "When doves cry go with me." "In one respect I'll thy assistant be." "For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households' rancour to pure love." "O let us hence!" "I stand on sudden haste!" "Wisely and slow." "They stumble that run fast." "Maybe I'm just too demanding too bold" "Maybe I'm just like my mother" "She's never satisfied" "Why do we scream at each other?" "Where the devil should this Romeo be?" "Came he not home tonight?" "Not to his father's;" "I spoke with his man. that he will sure run mad." "Tybalt hath sent a letter to his father's house." "on my life!" " Romeo will answer it?" "Any man that can write may answer a letter." "how he dares being dared." "he is already dead!" "Stabbed with a white wench's black eye!" "Run through the ear with a love-song!" "The very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft!" "And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?" "what is Tybalt?" " More than Prince of Cats." "He is the courageous captain of compliments!" "He fights as you sing pricksong." "and proportion." "He rests his minim rests." "and a third... in your bosom." "The very butcher of a silk button." "A duellist. of the first and second cause." "The immortal passado!" "The punto reverso!" "The what?" "Here comes Romeo." "taffeta punk!" "bonjour!" "There's a French salutation to your French slop." "You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night." "Good morrow to you both." "What counterfeit did I give you?" "the slip." "Can you not conceive?" "good Mercutio." "My business was great and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams!" " Meaning to curtsy?" " Thou hast most kindly hit it." "I am the very pink of courtesy." " Pink for flower?" " Right." "then is my pump well flowered!" "O sure wit!" "Now art thou sociable." "Now art thou Romeo!" "by art as well as by nature!" "Here's goodly gear!" "fair gentlewoman." "I desire some confidence with you." "A bawd!" "a bawd!" "So ho!" "So ho!" "Romeo!" "Will you come to your father's?" "We'll to dinner thither." "I will follow you." "ancient lady!" "Farewell! as they say." "For the lady is young and very weak dealing." "Bid her to come to confession this afternoon be shrived... and married." "love me" "Say that you love me fool me" "Go on and fool me love me" "Pretend that you love me" "O honey nurse!" "What news?" " Nurse!" " I am aweary!" "Give me leave awhile!" "how my bones ache!" "What a jaunce have I!" "Would thou hadst my bones and I thy news." "speak!" "what haste!" "Can you not stay awhile?" "Can you not see that I am out of breath?" "How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?" "Is the news good or bad?" "Answer to that." "you have made a simple choice." "You know not how to choose a man." "not he. and for a hand and a foot and a body..." "But all this I did know before." "What says he of our marriage?" "What of that?" "how my head aches!" "What a head have I!" "And my back!" "T'other side!" "my back!" "I am sorry that thou art not well." "sweet nurse!" "what says my love? a virtuous..." " Where is your mother?" " "Where is your mother?" "How oddly thou repliest!" ""Where is your mother?" "do your messages yourself!" "what says Romeo?" "Have you got leave to go to confession today?" "I have." "Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell." "There stays a husband to make you a wife!" "Everybody's free to feel good" "To feel good" "Brother and sister" "Together we'll make it through" "Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there" "I know you've been hurting" "But I've been waiting to be there for you" "And I'll be there just helping you out" "Whenever I can" "Everybody's free" "These violent delights have violent ends." "And in their triumph die like fire and powder consume." "The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness." "Therefore love moderately." "for us both." "let's retire! is the mad blood stirring." "We're the Caps!" "See?" "Thou art like one of these fellows... claps me his Sword upon the table" "God send me no need of thee". when indeed there is no need." "Yeah!" "Am I like such a fellow?" "Thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in Verona." "here come the Capulets." "By my heel..." "I care not." "Follow me close." "good day." "A word with one of you?" "And but one word with one of us?" "Couple it with something." "Make it a word and a... a blow! and you will give me occasion." "Could you not take some occasion without giving?" "Mercutio!" "Thou consortest with Romeo?" "Consort!" "dost thou make us minstrels?" "look to hear nothing but discords!" "Here's my fiddlestick!" "Here's that shall make you dance!" "Zounds!" "Consort! or else depart." "Here all eyes gaze on us!" "and let them gaze." "I." "sir." "Here comes my man." "Mercutio!" "Romeo!" "The love I bear thee can afford no better term than this." "Thou art a villain! the reason that I have to love thee... doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting." "Villain am I none." "farewell." "I see thou knowest me not." "this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me!" "Turn and draw!" "Turn and draw. but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love. whose name I tender as dearly as mine own... be satisfied." "Be satisfied." "vile submission!" "Thou art my soul's hate!" "Tybalt!" "You rat-catcher!" "Will you walk?" "What wouldst thou have with me?" "nothing but one of your nine lives!" "I am for you!" "good Mercutio!" "a scratch." "A scratch!" "a scratch..." "A scratch!" "man." "The hurt cannot be much." "'Twill serve." "Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man." "A plague o' both your houses!" "They have made worms' meat of me." "A plague on both your houses!" "No!" "Why the devil came you between us?" "I was hurt under your arm." "I thought all for the best!" "A plague o' both your houses." "No!" "No!" "Come forth!" "Mercutio!" "No!" "gentle night." "black-browed night." "Give me my Romeo." "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." "I have bought the mansion of a love but not possessed it;" "not yet enjoyed." "So... tedious is this day... as is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them. staying for thine to keep him company!" "Thou wretched boy shalt with him hence! must go with him!" "must go with him! must go with him!" "I am fortune's fool!" "Romeo!" "be gone!" "Stand not amazed!" "Away!" "Romeo!" "Tybalt!" "Where are the vile beginners of this fray?" "who began this bloody fray?" "friends!" "Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio." "Tybalt here slain..." "Romeo's hand did slay." "Prince! shed blood of Montague! could not take truce with the unruly spleen of Tybalt... deaf to peace." "He is a kinsman to the Montague." "Affection makes him false!" "must give!" "Romeo slew Tybalt." "Romeo must not live!" "Romeo slew him." "He slew Mercutio." "Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?" "Prince." "He was Mercutio's friend." "His fault concludes but what the law should end - the life of Tybalt." "And for that offence immediately we do exile him." "Noble Prince..." "I will be deaf to pleading and excuses!" "Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses!" "Therefore use none!" "Let Romeo hence in haste!" "that hour is his last!" "Romeo is banished!" "Banishment... say death." "much more than death." "Do not say banishment." "and thou art wedded to calamity." "Hence from Verona art thou banished." "for the world is broad and wide." "There is no world without Verona walls." "and world's exile is death." "Then banished is death mistermed." "thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe and smil'st upon the stroke that murders me." "O deadly sin!" "O rude unthankfulness!" "This is dear mercy and thou seest it not." "Hence!" "then." "Where is my lady's lord?" "come forth." "Nurse." "sir." "Death's the end of all." "Speakest thou of Juliet?" "Where is she and how doth she?" "And what says my concealed lady to our cancelled love?" "but weeps and weeps." "and then falls down again. as that name's cursed hand murdered her kinsman!" "I thought thy disposition better tempered." "Thy Juliet is alive." "There art thou happy." "but thou slewest Tybalt." "There art thou happy." "The law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns it to exile." "There art thou happy." "A pack of blessings light upon thy back. all three do meet in thee at once?" "a ring my lady bid me give you." "How well my comfort is revived by this." "Go." "as was decreed." "hence and comfort her." "Hie you!" "Make haste! and call thee back with twenty hundred thousand times more joy than thou went'st forth in lamentation." "hence!" "Be gone by break of day!" "Sojourn in Mantua!" "Farewell." "O God!" "Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?" "hid with a flowering face!" "Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?" "O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!" "She'll not come down tonight." "These times of woe afford no time to woo." "she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly." "And so did I. we were born to die." "I'll know her mind early tomorrow." "Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness." "Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? have mangled it?" "didst thou kill my cousin?" "I will make a desperate tender of my child's love." "I think she will be ruled in all respects by me." "more!" "I doubt it not!" "But what say you to Thursday?" "I..." "I would that Thursday were tomorrow!" "then!" "Wife!" "Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed." "Tell her o' Thursday she shall be married to this noble sir!" "Wilt thou be gone?" "It is not yet near day." "or stay and die." "I." "It is some meteor that the sun exhales to light thee on thy way to Mantua." "Therefore stay yet;" "thou need'st not be gone." "let me be taken." "Let me be put to death!" "I have more care to stay than will to go." "and welcome!" "Juliet wills it so." "my soul?" "Let's talk." "It is not day." "It is..." "It is!" "away!" "O now be gone!" "More light and light it grows. more dark and dark our woes." "Madam!" "Your lady mother is coming to your chamber!" "are you up? let day in and let life... out!" "Juliet?" " Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?" " I doubt it not." "love." "All these woes shall serve for sweet discourses daughter!" "Juliet!" "O God!" "I have an ill-divining soul!" "as one dead in the bottom of a tomb." "Adieu!" "fortune!" "fortune." "but send him back." "child. nor I looked not for." "in happy time." "What day is that? shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. he shall not make me there a joyful bride!" "Here comes your father." "Tell him so yourself." "wife?" "Have you delivered to her our decree?" "sir." "she gives you thanks." "I would the fool were married to her grave." "How?" "Will she none?" "Is she not proud? that we have wrought so worthy a gentleman to be her bride?" "but thankful that you have." "Proud can I never be of what I hate!" "nor proud me no prouds!" "But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next!" "Hear me with patience but to speak a word!" "fie!" "Stop it!" "Speak not!" "Reply not!" "Do not answer me!" "are you mad?" "young baggage!" "Disobedient wretch!" "to rate her so!" "you mumbling fool!" "I tell thee what. or never after look me in the face!" "I'll give you to my friend. die in the streets!" "Trust to 't." "Bethink you." "I'll not be forsworn!" "cast me not away!" "a week. make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies." "Talk not to me... for l'll not speak a word." "for l have done with thee." "O God!" "how shall this be prevented?" "Nurse!" "here it is." "I think it best you marry with this Paris." "O he's a lovely gentleman. for it excels your first. your first is dead." "Or 'twere as good he were as living here and you no use to him." "Speakest thou from thy heart?" "And from my soul too;" "else beshrew them both!" "Amen." "What?" "thou hast comforted me marvellous much. to Friar Laurence to make confession and be absolved." "Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death." "her father counts it dangerous that she doth give her sorrow so much sway and in his wisdom hastes our marriage to stop the inundation of her tears." "my lady and my wife." "when I may be a wife." "on Thursday next." "that's a certain text." "Come you to make confession?" "or shall I come to you at evening mass?" "now." "we must entreat the time alone." "God shield I should disturb devotion!" "on Thursday early will I rouse ye. and keep this holy kiss. - unless thou tell me how I may prevent it!" " It strains me past the compass of my wits! do thou but call my resolution wise." "daughter!" "Be not so long to speak!" "I long to die! which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent. then it is likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death to chide away this shame." "I'll give thee remedy." "no breath shall testify thou livest. like death. there art thou dead." "Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault where all the kindred of the Capulets lie." "And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death thou shalt continue four and twenty hours and then awake as from a pleasant sleep. shall Romeo by my letters know our drift." "And hither shall he come that very night to bear thee both hence to Mantua. and this distilling liquor drink thou off." "I'll send my letters to thy lord post haste to Mantua." "Hello?" "What if this mixture do not work at all?" "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?" "madam." "We have culled such necessaries as are behoveful for our estate tomorrow." "and let the nurse this night sit up with you." "For I am sure you have your hands full all in this so sudden business." "Good night. for thou hast need." "Farewell." "God knows when we shall meet again." "Good night." "I drink to thee." "bear her to church." "And all this day an unaccustomed spirit li¤s me above the ground with cheerful thoughts." "I dreamt my lady came and found me dead and breathed such life with kisses in my lips that I revived and was an emperor." "me! when but love's shadows are so rich in joy!" "News from Verona!" "Balthasar?" "Dost thou not bring me letters from the priest?" "How doth my lady?" "is my father well?" "How doth my lady Juliet?" "For nothing can be ill if she be well." "and nothing can be ill. and her immortal part with the angels lives." "I saw her laid low." "Pardon me for bringing these ill news." "Is it e'en so?" "stars!" "Juliet!" " I will hence tonight." " Have patience!" "Leave me!" "Your looks are pale and wild and do import some misadventure." "Tush!" "Thou art deceived!" "Hast thou no letters to me from the priest?" "No matter." "I will lie with thee tonight." "I will hence tonight." "Romeo is within Verona walls." "Fear comes upon me!" "much I fear unthrifty thing!" "The letter was of dear import!" "nor get a messenger to bring it there." "The neglecting it may do much damage." "Capulet and Montague! such soon-speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins that the life-weary taker may fall dead." "but Verona law is death to any he that utters them." "nor the world's law!" "but break it and take this!" "My poverty but not my will consents." "I pay thy poverty and not thy will." "it would dispatch you straight." "There's my gold." "Worse poison to men's souls than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell." "Romeo hath no notice of these accidents." "I will write again to Mantua." "Within the hour will the fair Juliet wake." "She stirs." "The lady stirs." " I do beseech you." " Live and be prosperous." "good fellow." "Then I will leave thee." "Tempt not a desperate man!" "Hold!" "Hold!" "Hold!" "hold!" "My love..." "My wife..." "Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty." "Thou art not conquered." "Beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks and death's pale flag is not advanced there." "why art thou yet so fair?" "Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous and keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?" "Here." "here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh." "look your last." "take your last embrace." "And lips  seal with a righteous kiss... a dateless bargain to engrossing death." "Romeo..." "What's here?" "Poison... and left no friendly drop to help me after?" "I'll kiss thy lips." "Haply some poison yet doth hang on them." "Thy lips are warm." "Thus... with a kiss..." "I die. that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!" "have lost a brace of kinsmen." "All are punished." "All are punished!" "A glooming peace this morning with it brings." "The sun for sorrow will not show his head." "to have more talk of these sad things." "and some punished." "For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."