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Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a

church-door, but 'tis enough,
'twill serve.
     Mercutio, III i

A plague a both your houses!
     Mercutio, III i

O, I am fortune's fool!
     Romeo, III i

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds
     Juliet, III ii

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
     Juliet, III v

Night's candles are all burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
     Romeo, III v

Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of the field.
     Capulet, IV iv

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardoned and some punished.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
     The Prince, V iii



Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose misadventure piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife.
     Mercutio, I iv

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear,
beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
     Romeo, I iv

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
     Romeo, II i

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
     Juliet, II i

What's in a name? That which we do call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
     Juliet, II i

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say "good night" till it be morrow.
     Juliet, II i

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat
     Mercutio, III i

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