Romeo and Juliet

Romeo1 So shows a snowy dove trooping with the crows
Romeo2 Mercutio’s soul is just a little way from our heads… Either thou or I, or both, must go with him
Romeo3 I defy you stars
LordM1 Thou villain Capulet!… let me go
LordM2 The all cheering sun
LordM3 As that of true and faithful Juliet
LadyM1 Thou shall not stir one foot to seek a foe
LadyM2 O, where is Romeo?… Right glad I am he was not at this fray
Benvilio1 Stand not amazed! The Prince will doom thee to death
Benvolio2 I pray the good Mercutio, let’s retire… and if we meet we shall not scape a brawl
Juliet1 I swear by the gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry
Juliet2 I fall prostrate here, and beg your pardon
Juliet3 What,s here? A cup, clos’d in my tue love’s hand?
LordC1 Let two more summers wither in her pride, ere we may think her ripe to be a bride
LordC2 She shall be married to this Nobel Earl. Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?
LordC3 Out, you green sickness carrion! Out you baggage! You tallow face.
LadyC1 Verona’s summer hath not such a flower
LadyC2 Talk to me or I shall not speak a word; Do as you will, for I have done with thee.
LadyC3 O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I shall die with thee!
Tybalt1 What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word
Tybalt2 Now by the stock and honour of my kin, to strike dead I hold not a sin
Tybalt3 Wretched boy…shalt with him hence!
Nurse1 Why, he is a man of wax
Nurse2 I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; but you shall bear the burden soon at night
Nurse3 Since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the County
Prince1 On pain of torture, from those bloody hands throw your mistempered weapons to the ground
Prince2 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill
Prince3 The sun of sorrow will not show his head
Paris1 These times of woe afford no time to woo
Paris2 Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears
Paris3 Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed
FL1 O unhappy fortune!
FL2 So smile the heavens upon this holy act
FL3 Take thou this vial… no warmth, no breathe… like death when he shuts up the day of life
Mercutio1 If love be rough with you, be rough with love
Mercutio2 Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow
Mercutio3 Ask for me tomorrow and I shall be a grave man

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