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| Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals. |
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| No, for then we should be colliers. |
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| I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. |
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| Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar. |
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| I strike quickly, being moved |
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| But thou art not quickly moved to strike. |
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| A dog of the house of Montague moves me. |
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| To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand. Therefore, if thou art moved, thou runnest away. |
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| A dog of that house shall move me to stand I will take the wall of any man or maid of the Montague's. |
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| That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall. |
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| 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore push I will Montague's men fromt ehw all and thrust his maids to the wall. |
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| The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. |
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| 'This all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids: I will cut off their heads. |
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| Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. Take it in what sense thou wilt. |
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| They must take it in sense that feel it. |
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| Me they shall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. |
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| 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John. Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of Montagues. |
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| My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee. |
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| How? turn thy back and run? |
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| Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. |
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| I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. |
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| Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them, if they bear it. |
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| Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
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| Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
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| Is the law of our side if I say ay? |
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| No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but i bite my thumb, sir. |
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| But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you. |
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| Say "better." Here comes one of my master's kinsmen. |
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| Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. |
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| Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do. |
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| Benvolio; Sampson, Gregory, Abram |
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| What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio! look upon thy death. |
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| I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. |
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| What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward! |
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| Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! beat them down! |
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| Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! |
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| What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! |
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| A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? |
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My sword, I say! Old Montague is come
And he flourishes his blade in spite of me. |
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| Thou villain Capulet!-- Hold me not, let me go. |
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| Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. |
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Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins! |
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Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins! |
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On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered wearpons to the ground
And heart he sentence of your moved prince. |
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Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets
and made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate. |
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If you ever disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay for the forfeit of the peave. For this timeall the rest depart away. |
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You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Freetown, our common judgment place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. |
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Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? |
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Here were the servants of your adversary
and yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
I drew to part them. In the instant came
The fiery tybalt, with hsi sword prepared;
which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, he swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part. |
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O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray. |
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Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun
peered forth the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
that westward rooteth from the city's side,
so early walking did I see your son.
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
and stole into the covert of the wood.
I measuring his affections by my own,
which then most sought where most might not be found,
being one too many by my weary self--
pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
and gladly shunned who gladly fled from me. |
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Many a morning hath he there been seen,
with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; but all so soon as the all-cheering sun
should in the farthest East begin to draw |
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The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
away from light steals home my heavy son
and private in his chamber pens himself,
shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
and makes himself an artificial night.
blck and portentous must this humor prove
unless good counsel may the cause remove. |
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| my noble uncle, do you knwo the cause? |
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| I neither know it nor can learn of him. |
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