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Benvolio : I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's 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, Act III]
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Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.
[Tybalt, scene i, Act III]
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I am hurt;
A plague o' both the houses! I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
[Mercutio, scene i, Act III]
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Romeo : Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio : No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses!
[Scene i, Act III]
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Mercutio : Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo : I thought all for the best.
Mercutio : Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worm's meat of me.
I have it, and soundly too: A plague o' both your houses!
[Scene i, Act III]
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Benvolio : Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Stand not amaz'd: the Prince will doom thee death,
If thou are taken: hence! be gone! away!
Romeo : O, I am fortune's fool!
Benvolio : Why dost thou stay?
[Scene i, Act III]
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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, Act III]
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Lady Capulet : I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Prince : Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Montague : Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
Prince : And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
[Scene i, Act III]
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Come, gentle night, come, loving black brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
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.
[Juliet, scene ii, Act III]
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There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all are perjur'd
All foresworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
[Nurse, scene ii, Act III]
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Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me love, it was the nightingale.
[Juliet, scene v, Act III]
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Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st 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 I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
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-experienc'd 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 speak'st speak not of remedy.
[Juliet, scene v, Act IV]
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Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
[Juliet, scene i, Act IV]
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O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day! Most woeful day
That ever, ever I did yet behold!
O day, O day, O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day! O woeful day!
[Nurse, scene v, Act IV]
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There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
[Romeo, scene i, Act V ]
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Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in the dark to be his paramour?
[Romeo, scene iii, Act V]
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O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[Romeo, scene iii, Act V]
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Yea, noise,then I'll be brief;
O, happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die.
[Juliet, scene iii, Act V ]
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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 punish'd.
[Prince, scene iii, Act V]
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A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
[Prince, scene iii, Act V]
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