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Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
But watching stars without you
Uncle, 'tis a shame.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
O be some other name!
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
With this magnificent carriage, she rides each night, through the brains of lovers...
Go to!
- Juliet! - By and by, I come!
O Romeo, that she were an open-ass and thou a poperin pear!
...that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...
...which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind...
...which, but their children's end, nought could remove...
This is she!
put up thy sword
... which, at the moment, seems to him, like such great fun!
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
I hate the word...
This is she!
...all Montagues...
...to beautify him, only lacks a cover.
Julieta!
Good night!
Touch me deep
My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued...
Good night.
Juliet!
Give Me My Longsword, Ho
...convert to bitterest gall.
Ay! By and by, I come!
- At thy good heart's oppression. - Farewell, my coz.
...begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
I do but keep the peace
- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
...have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
...as I hate hell...
...or manage it to part these men with me.
put up thy sword
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