And gave him what becomed love I might Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.

Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

It is my lady, O, it is my love!

Juliet is the sun.

Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

O brother Montague, give me thy hand:

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

This is thy sheath

If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

My fingers itch.

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

therefore turn and draw.

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

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By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

, look upon thy death.

for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

The quarrel is between our masters and us their men

too sudden;

both alike in dignity,

So soon forsaken?

ancient grudge break to new mutiny

O, I am fortune’s fool!

Unhappy fortune!

I defy you, stars!

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To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.

To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

A plague o’ both your houses!

I would the fool were married to her grave!

My only love sprung from my only hate!

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Come, death, and welcome!

children’s end

Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.

There is no world without Verona walls,

star-cross’d lovers take their life

death-mark’d love

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

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If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.