Romeo and Juliet
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- What's the matter, Romeo?
- A plague o' both your houses!
- I am fortune's fool, and she doth use me scornfully.
- Fri. L. Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamer that idles in the wanton summer air, and yet not fall; so light is vanity.
- Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
- Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
- Jul. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
- Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy be heap'd like mine, and that thy breath this neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue unfold the imagined happiness that both receive in either by this dear encounter.
- Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament: they are but beggars that can count their worth; but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up sump of half my wealth.
- Fri. L. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one.
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