Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
She is not fourteen!
I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
You kiss by the book!
My only love sprung from my only hate!
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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
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O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Parting is such sweet sorrow!
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Tybalt, you rat-catcher!
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I am for you!
A plague o' both your houses! (Dies)
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O, I am fortune's fool!
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Come, night; come, Romeo!
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I must be gone and live, or stay and die!
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Take thou this vial!
Come, vial!
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I defy you, stars!
O, I am slain! (Dies)
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Thus with a kiss I die! (Dies)
happy dagger! (Dies)
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For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.