j u l i e t !
nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
nurse, give leave awhile, we must talk in secret.
nurse, come back again. i have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel.
nurse, thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
by my count, i was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid.
thus then in brief, the valiant paris seeks you for his love.
verona's summer hath not such a flower.
this night you shall behold him at our feast; read o'er the volume of young paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. this precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him only lacks a cover. so shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him, making yourself no less.
can you like of paris' love?
we follow thee.
a man, young lady, such a man.
tybalt!
tybalt, my cousin, o my brother's child! o, the blood is spilled of my dear kinsman.
prince as thou art true, for blood of ours shed blood of montague!
he speaks not true! affection makes him false!
he is a kinsman to the montague! i beg for justice which thou prince must give. romeo slew tybalt, romeo must not live!
she'll not come down tonight.
i'll know her mind early tomorrow. tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.
ho daughter! are you up?
well, well.
thou hast a careful father, child: one who, to put thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day of joy that thou expects not nor i looked not for.
marry, my child, early next thursday
here comes your father. tell him so yourself.
ay, sir. but she will none, she gives you thanks. i would the fool were married to her grave!
talk not to me, for i'll not speak a word. do as thou wilt, for i have done with thee.
what, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
good night.
get thee to bed, and rest, for thou hast need.
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i am a pretty piece of flesh! i am a pretty piece of flesh! me, they shall feel while i am able to stand; i am a pretty piece of flesh!
it was.
yet tell me not, for i have heard it all. here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
madam, i am here. what is you will.
she speaks. o, speak again, bright angel!
three words, dear romeo, and good night indeed. if that thy bent of love be honourable. thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that i'll procure to come to thee, where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, and all my fortunes at thy foot i'll lay and follow thee my lord throughout the world.
a most courteous exposition.
pink for flower?
what thou art, by art as well as by nature.
god ye good e'en fair gentlewoman.
romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
you shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion.
turn and draw.
good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
and so did i.
fie, fie! what are you mad?
what?
if in thy wisdom thou canst give no
ay, these attires are best.
what if this mixture do not work at all? shall i be married then tomorrow morning?
i brought news of juliet's death.  and then in post came romeo from