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QUOTE NUMBER : QUOTE
- 554 : Farewell ancient lady, farewell!
- 1869 : I look to like, if looking liking move
- 2766 : the rest is silent
- 9668 : 1-Was that my father that went hence so fast? 2- It was. 1- What sadness lengthens R____'s hours? 1- Not having that which makes them short. 2- In love. 1-Out. 2-Of love? 1-Out of her favor where I am in love. 2-alas that love should be so terance and roug in proof. 1- Alas that love who's view is miffled still should without wyes see path ways to his will. Where shall we sine. Oh me what fray was here today. 2- Cuz I. 1- Yet tell me not for I have heard it all....
- 9669 : 1-Was that my father that went hence so fast? 2- It was. 1- What sadness lengthens R____'s hours? 1- Not having that which makes them short. 2- In love. 1-Out. 2-Of love? 1-Out of her favor where I am in love. 2-alas that love should be so terance and roug in proof. 1- Alas that love who's view is miffled still should without wyes see path ways to his will. Where shall we sine. Oh me what fray was here today. 2- Cuz I. 1- Yet tell me not for I have heard it all oh why lthen oh brwaling love oh loving hate oh anything of nothing first crate. serious vanity mishapen chaos of well seeming forms, feather of lead. Does thou not laugh. 2-No cuz I'd rather weep. 1-Good heart at what. 2- at thy good hearts opression. Soft iI will go a long and if you leave me so you do me wrong.
- 9785 : He jests at scars that never felt a wound
- 10552 : A plague upon both your houses!
- 12190 : Why then, oh brawling love, oh loving hate, oh anything of nothing first create. Heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshape and chaos in well-seeming forms.
- 12191 : Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night.
- 12192 : Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night.
- 12193 : My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown and no too late. Predigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.
- 12194 : But soft, what light through yonder window breaks--it is the east, and J is the sun.
- 12195 : Compare her face to some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
- 12196 : Peace? PEACE? I hate the word! As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
- 12197 : Peace? PEACE? I hate the word! As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
- 12198 : Vilain am I not, and so farewell. I see thou knowest me not.
- 12199 : Eyes look your last, arm take your last embrace, and lips, oh you the doors to breath, seal wtih a rightoues kiss.
- 12200 : Eyes look your last, arm take your last embrace, and lips, oh you the doors to breath, seal wtih a rightoues kiss.
- 12201 : For never was there a story of more woe than this of (name) and her (name).
- 12202 : Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge, break to new mutiny, where civil blood maketh civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.
- 12203 : I am fortune's fool!!!
- 12204 : I am fortune's fool!!!
- 13400 : Either you or I or both must go with him!
- 13456 : 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; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows, Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
- 13457 : 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; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows, Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
- 15690 : ....stand not amazed!
- 15986 : A bawd,a bawd,a bawd.So ho!
- 16872 : If love be rough with you be rough with love prick love for prickling and you beat love down
- 17029 : Farewell....God knows when we shall meet again.
- 20075 : Please sir, I do not but keep the peace
- 20077 : Please sir, I do not but keep the peace
- 20079 : And when he shall die, cut him up into little stars and he shall make the face of heaven so fine that all will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.
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