Romeo & Juliet

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.

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.

A dog of the house of Capulet

moves me!

Pedlar's excrement!

King Urinal! Go rot!

The boys! The boys!

- The quarrel is between our masters.

- And us their men!

Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!

And I am a pretty piece of flesh!

I am...

a pretty piece of flesh!

- Here comes of the house of Capulet!

- Quarrel, I will back thee.

I will bite my thumb at them, which is

a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Go forth! I will back thee!

- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

- I... I do bite my thumb, sir.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

- Is the law of our side if I say ay?

- No!

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,

but I bite my thumb, sir!

- Do you quarrel, sir?

- Quarrel, sir? No, sir!

But if you do, sir, I am for you.

I serve as good a man as you.

No better?

Here comes our kinsman. Say better!

- Yes, sir, better!

- You lie!

Draw, if you be men!

Part, fools! You know not what you do.

Put up your Swords!

What, art thou drawn

among these... heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio,

and look upon thy death.

I do but keep the peace.

Put up thy Sword,

or manage it to part these men with me.

Peace?

Peace?

I hate the word...

as I hate hell,

all Montagues,

and thee.

Bang bang!

Bang.

- Come forth! Come!

- Wait!

Come forth!

From ancient grudge

break to new mutiny...

Do not proceed!

Give me my Longsword, ho!

Thou shalt not stir one foot

to seek a foe.

Rebellious subjects,

enemies to peace!

Throw your mistemper'd weapons

to the ground!

On pain of torture,

from those bloody hands throw your

mistemper'd weapons to the ground!

Three civil brawls,

bred of an airy word by thee,

old Capulet, and Montague,

have thrice disturbed

the quiet of our streets.

If ever you disturb our streets again,

your lives shall pay

the forfeit of the peace.

O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?

Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Madam, underneath the Grove

of Sycamore,

so early walking did I see your son.

Many a morning

hath he there been seen,

with tears augmenting

the fresh morning's dew.

Away from light

steals home my heavy son,

and private in his chamber

pens himself,

shuts up his windows,

locks fair daylight out,

and makes himself an artificial night.

Why, then...

O brawling love, O loving hate!

O anything of nothing first create!

Heavy lightness,

serious vanity.

Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.

Black and portentous

must this humor prove...

unless good counsel

may the cause remove.

So please you, step aside.

I'll know his grievance

or be much denied.

Come, madam, let's away.

Good morrow, cousin.

Is the day so young?

But new struck, coz.

Ay me, sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

It was.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

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