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Oh,that I were a glove upn that hand That I might touch that cheek!
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Ay me!
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When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air. |
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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Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?
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'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 the take all myself.
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I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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What man art thou that thus bescreened in night so stumblest on my counsel?
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Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that toungue's uttering, yet I know the shound. Art thou not Romeo, and a montague?
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Neither fair maid if either thee dislike.
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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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And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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If they do see thee they will murder thee!
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Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their emnity.
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I would not for the world they saw thee here!
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My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
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By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
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As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
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Thou know's 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 onform. Fain, fain deny what I have spoke. But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ay, and I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'st thou mayst prove false. At lovers perjuries thy say Jove laughs. O gentle Rome 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 therfore thou mays think my havvior litght. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those who 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 pardonme, and not impute this yielding to light love which the dark night hath so discovered. |
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, that tips with silverall these fruit tree tops--
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O sear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb. lest that thy love prove likewise variable
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What shall I swear by?
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Do not swear at all.. Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious slef, which is the god of my idoltary, and I'll believe thee.
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Iff my heart's dear love
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Well do not sear. although I hooy in thee, i have no joy of this contract tonight. it is too reash, too unadvised, too sudden, to like the lightning, which dot cease to be ere one can say it lightens. sweet good night. this bud of love, by summers ripening breath may prove a beautieous 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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O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
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Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine
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I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. and yet i would it were to give again.
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