Romeo and Juliet
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- How,how,how,how, chopped logic? What is this?proud-and I thank you- and I thank you not-and yetnot proud? Mistress minion you, Thank me no thanking,nor prouds, But fettle your fine joints gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out,you green sickness carrion! out,you baggage! you tallow-face!
- God,Heaven bless her! You are to blame,my lord,to rate her so.
- Fie,Fie What are you mad?
- Act 4 Scene 5
- Good,Father,I baggage! you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
- Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet mother,cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or if you do not, make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
- Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
- O God- O nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith is heaven. How shall that faith return again to earth Unless that husband send it me from heaven by leaving earth? Comfort me, Counsel me. Alack,Alack, that heaven should practice stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou?Has thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse.
- Faith here it is. Romeo is banished; and all the world to nothing that he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the country. O, he's a lovely gentleman!
- Farewell! God knows when shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life. I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse! - What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come,Vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?No, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
- Act 5 scene 3
- What,dressed, and in your clothes, and down again?I must needs wake you.Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, Help! My lady's dead! O weraday that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My Lady!
- What noise is hear?
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