[Mercutio] jests at scars that never felt a wound.

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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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By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, [Juliet], is hateful to myself Because it is an enemy to thee.

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Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face [Romeo], Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

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If that thy bent of love be honorable, [Romeo] 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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Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And, where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art uproused with some distemp’rature, Or, if not so, then here I hit it right: Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.

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With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No. I have forgot that name and that name’s woe.

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Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet[, Friar Lawrence]. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage.

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In one respect I’ll thy assistant be[, Romeo], For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.

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[Tybalt is] More than prince of cats[, Benvolio]. O, he’s the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests, one, two, and the third in your bosom—the very butcher of a silk button, a duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause.

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Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature.

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But first let me tell you[, Romeo], if you should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say. For the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

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[And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall. Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Which to the high topgallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night.

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O God, she comes!—O, honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

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My back o’ t’ other side! Ah, my back, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down[, Juliet].

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Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest[, Nurse]: “Your love says, like an honest gentleman, Where is your mother?”

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Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell[, Juliet]. There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks; They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.

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Amen, amen[, Friar Lawrence]. But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.

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Come, come with me, and we will make short work, For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till Holy Church incorporate two in one.

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