Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, 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, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. .
Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do. Tybalt enters Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these hartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death. Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tybalt: What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!Scene i .
Tell me not, friar, that thou hearst of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife Ill help it presently. God joind my heart and Romeos, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experiencd time, Give me some present counsel; or behold, Twixt my extremes and me, this bloody knife Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, If what thou speakst speak not of remedy.Juliet, scene i .
Benvolio: I pray thee, good Mercutio, lets retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mercutio: Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says God send me no need of thee! and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. Benvolio: Am I like such a fellow? Mercutio: Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.Scene i .
This cannot anger him: twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress name I conjure only to raise up him.Mercutio, scene i .
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good but, straind from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on the abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified.Friar Laurence, scene iii .
Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. draws his sword Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.Scene i .
Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Romeo: The exchange of thy loves faithful vow for mine. Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Romeo: Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? 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.Scene ii .
Tis but thy name that is my enemy; — Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. Whats Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Whats in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo calld, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title: — Romeo, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.Juliet, scene ii, a variant in many published editions reads: Whats in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet. .
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punishd.Prince, scene iii .
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