romeo and julet
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- Good Kingsof Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives. That I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out
- Come, sir, your passado!
- I am for you
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- This day's black fate on mo days doth depend;This but begins the woe others must end.
- O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
- Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain? Away to heaven respective lenity, and fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the "villan" back again that late thou gavest me, for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company either thou or I or both, must go with him
- This shall determine that.
- Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence
- Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed. The prince will doom thee death. If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
- O, I am fortune's fool!
- Which way ran he that killed mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
- Up, sir, go with me. I charge thee in the Prince's name obey
- Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
- O noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio
- There lies that Tybalt.
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- And for that offense immediately we do exile him hence. I have and intrest in your hate's proceeding, mh 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 is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will, Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
- He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false, he speaks not true. some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt' Romeo must not live
- Not Romeo, Prince; he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, the life of Tybalt
- Romeo slew him' he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
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