"Oh Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and not 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?
Slayt: 2
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
Slayt: 3
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
A challenge, on my life.
Romeo will answer it.
Slayt: 4
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way
Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell
Slayt: 5
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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.
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 sum of half my wealth
Slayt: 6
Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, 'consort'!
Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo
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