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- Yes, my master is better than yours, sir.
- GREGORY
- ABRAHAM
- SAMPSON
- You’re a liar.
- [To SAMPSON so that only he can hear] Say “better.” One of our master’s kinsmen has just arrived.
- Draw your swords, if you’re men. Gregory, get ready to slash them.
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- I fear we’re going to arrive too early. I have a feeling this party tonight is fated to set in motion some awful destiny that will result in my own untimely death. But whoever’s in charge of my fate can steer me where they want. Let’s go, my lusty friends!
- MERCUTIO
- True. I’m talking about dreams, which are produced by a brain that’s doing nothing. Dreams are born of no more than empty fantasy, which lack substance like air, and are more unpredictable than the wind, which can blow on the frozen north and then suddenly get angry and blow south.
- BENVOLIO
- ROMEO
- This wind you’re talking about is blowing us off course. Dinner is already over. We’re going to get there too late.
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- Oh, then, saint, let lips do what hands do: pray. Grant my prayer or my faith will turn to despair.
- ROMEO
- JULIET
- Saints don’t move, though they do grant prayers.
- Then remain still while I pray. 'He kisses her.'Now your lips have cleaned the sin from mine.
- Then my lips now have the sin they took from yours.
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