Juliet:
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Romeo:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss.
Narrator:
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-cross'd lovers take their life / Whose misadventured piteous overthrows / Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
Juliet:
Love give me strength.
[
she drinks the potion]
Romeo:
But soft. What light through yonder window breaks?
Juliet:
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
Gregory:
Do you quarrel , Sir?
Abraham:
Quarrel, Sir? No, Sir.
Mercutio:
A plague on both your houses. They've made worm's meat of me.
Romeo:
Thus with a kiss I die.
Juliet:
Yea noise. Then Ill be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.
Narrator:
A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Lord Capulet:
O lamentable day! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Lady Capulet:
I beg for justice, which thou prince must give! Romeo slew Tybalt... Romeo must not live!
The Prince:
Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Lord Montague:
Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end-the life of Tybalt!
The Prince:
And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.
Romeo:
But soft; what light through yonder window breaks? It is my lady! O, it is my love. O that she knew she were.
Benvolio:
By my head, here comes the Capulets.
Mercutio:
By my heel, I care not.
Romeo:
Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Juliet:
My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late.
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