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Romeo and Juliet (1968/I) More at IMDbPro »

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

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Romeo: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss.

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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.

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Juliet: Love give me strength.
[she drinks the potion]

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[enter Juliet above at a window]
Romeo: But soft. What light through yonder window breaks?

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Juliet: That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

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Gregory: Do you quarrel , Sir?
Abraham: Quarrel, Sir? No, Sir.

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Mercutio: A plague on both your houses. They've made worm's meat of me.

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Romeo: Thus with a kiss I die.

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Juliet: [spoiler] Yea noise. Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.
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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.

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Lord Capulet: O lamentable day! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

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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.

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Romeo: But soft; what light through yonder window breaks? It is my lady! O, it is my love. O that she knew she were.

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Benvolio: By my head, here comes the Capulets.
Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

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Romeo: Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

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Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

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Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
[draws sword]
Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!

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Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe!
Lord Capulet: Hmmm?
Tybalt: A villain that hath come in spite / To scorn at our solemnity this night!
Lord Capulet: Young Romeo, is it?

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Mercutio: Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? If thou makes us minstrels, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick
[draws sword]
Mercutio: ; here's that will make you dance. Zounds, consort!

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Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory: No.
Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?
Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abraham: No better.
Sampson: Well, sir.
Gregory: Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sampson: Yes, better, sir.
Abraham: You lie.
Sampson: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

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The Prince: Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish'd.

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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, Doth 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.

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