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- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
- Romeo
- Juliet
- Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss
- Juliet
- 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself
- O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
- Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
- Romeo
- #160;Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This#160;neighbor#160;air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
- Romeo
- 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.
- Friar L.
- Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,#160;Brags of his#160;substance, not of ornament#160;They are but beggars that can count their worth;#160;But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
- Juliet
- Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
- Romeo
- Mercutio
- Tybalt
- I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?
- Benvolio
- What, art thou hurt?
- O, I am fortune's fool!
- Romeo
- Tybalt
- 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
- Benvolio
- What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,' And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.' If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
- Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
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