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| He jests at scars that never felt a wound. | |
| Romeo, thou art a villain. | |
| How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that. | |
| Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live! | |
| A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. | |
| A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax! | |
| Why, Romeo, art thou mad? | |
| No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir! | |
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| If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. | |
| But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. | |
| O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. | |
| Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. | |
| If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. | |
| Soft, I will go along and if you leave me so you do me wrong. | |
| Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. | |
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