What is in a name, that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
(R)dateless bargin to engrossing death…..(J)Romeo wut is here? drink all and left no friendly drop to help me after? i’ll kiss thy lips and hopefully sum piosin yet lay on them…..(R)with a kiss i die.
…or out of that place where I am in love…
1) Ah, happily met, my lady and my wife 2)That may be sir when I may be your wife
1) If in thy wisdom thou can givest no help, does thou recall my resolution why? And with this, I’ll help it presently (pulls gun) 2)Hold daughter! 1) Be not so long to speak I long to die!
1) nay, i am the very pink of courtesy! 2) pink for flower? 1) nay! 2) why then is my pump well flowered?
1) Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s house. 2) A challenge! On my life! 1) Romeo will answer it. 2) Any man that can write may answer a letter. 1) Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.
1)By my head, here come the (name) 2) By my heel, i care not.
1)Good morrow cousin
2)Is the day so young?
1)But new struck, cuz.
2)Ay me sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?
1)It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
2)Not having that which having makes them short.
1)In love?
2)Out.
1)Of love?
2)Out of her favor where i am in love.
1)If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine the gentle sin is this…My lips…two blushing pilgrims ready stand to smooth that rough touch…with a tender kiss..2)Good pilgrim! You do wrong your hand too much! Which mannerly devotion shows in this…for Saints have hands, that pilgrims hands do touch…and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss 1)Have not saints lips? And holy palmers too? 2)Aye pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer 1)O then, dear saint let lips do what hands do! They pray grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 2)Saints do not move, thoughgrant for prayers sake 1)Then move not while my prayers effect I take….(kisses girl)…Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged 2)Then have my lips the sin that they have took 1)Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged give me my sin again (kisses her again) 2)You kiss by the book…
1)Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefor art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou will not, be but sworn my name and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
2) Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?
1) Tis but thy name that is mine enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montegue. What’s Montegue? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, where he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Oh Romeo, doff they name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
1. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? 2. I do bite my thumb, sir! 2. Do you bite your thumb at US, sir!?
1. Is the law on my side if I say aye? 3. Yes!
1. Get me my Longsword! 2. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe!
1. Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris’ love? 2. I look to like. If looking liking move.
1.) I dreamt a dream tonight! 2.) And so did I. 1.) And what was yours? 2.) That dreamers often lie . . . 1.) In bed asleep while they do dream things true! 2.) Ahh. Then I see Queen Mab has been with you! . . .
(1)I’m out of breath!
(2)How dost thou have the breath to say that thou art out of breath!?
my only love sprung from my only hate
too early seen unknown
and known too late
progdigious birth of love it is to thee
that i must learn to love a loathed enemy
A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!!!!!!!!
a plague upon both your houses
A plague….a plague on both your houses…..A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!
Alive in triumph and (name) slain? Away to heaven respective lenity and let fire-eyed fury be my conduct now. Now (name), take back again the villain that late thou gavest me, for (name)’s soul is but a little ways above our heads, waiting for thine to keep him company!
Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
And when I shall die: take him and cut him out into little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Be not so long to speak I LONG TO DIE!
But Soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the Sun! Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold. Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens Having some business, do entreat her eyes.
Consort?!?! What, dost thou make us minstrels? And making minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here is my fiddlestick! Here’s what will make you dance.
Da Boyz Da Boyz!
Did my heart love til now? For swear at sight, for I never saw true beauty til this night.
did you bite your thumb at me..sir?
Do as thy will for I have done with thee
EITHER THOU, OR I OR BOTH MUST GO WITH HIM!
Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!
Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips, o you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.
Fair Juliet… I lie with thee tonight
Farewell. God knows when I shall see thee again.
For there never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
fresh female bods that make dark heaven light
From Age to Age One Classic Story is as Timeless as Love Itself.
FUCKKKKKKKKK WORST FUCKING MOVIE EVERRRR. BASED ON THE WORST BOOK EVER THAT IS WRITTEN BY THE BIGGEST FAGGOT EVER. IF YOU LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET YOU ARE FUCKED IN THE HEAD
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Heavy likeness. Serious vanity. Mishapen chaos in well- seeming forms.
Here’s to my love…thus with a kiss…I die.
His name is Romeo, and he’s a Montague!
How art thou fishified?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
How does my Juliet do? How does my lady, Juliet do,
for nothing can be ill if she be well..
I AM A FORTUNE’S FOOL!!
I AM FORTUNE’S FOOL!!!
I defy you stars!
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword or manage it to part these men with me.
I look to like, if looking liking move.
I summon thee by Rosaline’s bright eye, high forehead, straight leg, fine heel, quivering thigh… And the domains that there adjacent lie!
I will bite my thumb at them which is a discrace if they bare it. Do you bite your thumb sir? I do bite my thumb. Do you bite your thumb at US sir? No sir I do not bite my thumb at you but I do bite my thumb, I serve as good a man as you. No better? Is the law on my side if I say better? Yes! Better! You lie!
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, than your consent to give strength to make it fly.
If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, what gentle sin is this? My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking you and you beat love down.
if you be not of the house of montague, come and crush a cup of wine…
If you look for me tommorrow, you will find me a grave man.
juliet from heaven just come and give me seven, you are thus to me and i will give you hope so you cant get up on the floor
juliet is the sun
Juliet: I’ll look to like, if looking liking moves, but no more will i endart mine eye than your consent to make it fly.
Juliet: Oh God, did Romeos hand shed Tibults blood? Oh serpent heart hid with the flowering face…wheres ever a book containg such vile matters so farely bound? Oh that the decete should dwell on such a gorgeous palace.
Her mother: She’ll not come down tonight.
Paris:these times of woe afford no time to woo.
Her father: No guilt, she loved her kinsman Tibult dear.
Mother: And so did I.
Father: Well we were born to die.
Mother: I’ll know her mind early tomarrow tonight she is muled up to her heaviness
Juliet: Shall I speak ill of him, that is my husband? Oh poor my lord, what time shall smooth thy name when I thy 3 hours wife have mangled it? But why for villian dist tho kill my cousin?
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books. But love FROM love, toward school with heavy looks.
my first love sprung from my only hate. too early seen unknown and known too late. oh, predigious love it is to me that i must love loathed enemy.
My lips..two blushing pilgrims ready stand…to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.
My love, my wife. Death that hath sucked the honey of they reath, had had no power upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks and deaths pale flag is not advanc’ed there……Dear Juliet? Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I beleive that unsubsantial Death is amorous? And keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?…..Here…O here will I set up my everlasting eset and shake the yoke of inauspicious stas from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes look your last. Arms take your last embrace, and lips,o you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss….A dateless bargain…to engrossing death
My only love sprung from my only hate
My only love sprung from my only hate.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Too early seen unknown & known too late.
Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love my loathed enemy.
my pump will flower
Not proud that you have, but thankful that you have. PROUD CAN I NEVER BE OF WHAT I HATE!!
Nurse, thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.
O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel in an ethiops ear. Beauty to rich for use for earth too dear. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight. For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
o swear not by the moon, the incostnat moon
oh romeo,romeo. Wherefore art thou romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name or if thou wilt not be but sworn my love and i’ll no longer be a capulet.
Oh wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? -but satisfaction cant sell half the night.
Part fools! You know not what you do!
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall saygoodnight ’till it be morrow.
Patience perforce with willful choler meeting makes my flesh tremble in its different greeting. I will withdraw but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet convert to bitterest gall.
Peace be with you, sir, here comes my man -Tybalt
Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Peace? Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, and all Montagues. And thee.
Proud could i never be of what i hate!
Romeo, oh Romeo, where for art though romeo, deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if not be but sworn my love and i will no longer be a capulet
Romeo, oh Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and i’ll no longer be a Capulet. Thou are thyself though not a Montegue. What’s Montegue? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face….nor any other part, belonging to a man. Oh be some other name. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dera perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Romeo, Oh Romer. Where forth art thou?
(Stime)Here I is!
[wrong movie]
Romeo…Oh, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou will not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet. ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face…Nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title…Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Romeo: Has my heart loved ’till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty ’till this night.
Romeo: Oh wouldst thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo:If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine the gentle sin is thi….Ahem…my lips…two blushing pilgrims ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet:Good pilgrim! you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss. Romeo:Have not saints lips? and holy palmers too? Juliet:Aye Pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo: Well then fair saint, let lips do what hands do,they pray grant thou, less faith turn to despair. Juliet:Saints do not move, or grant for prayers sake. Romeo:Then move not while my prayers effect I take …Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged. Juliet:Then have my lips the sin that they have took? Romeo:Sin from my lips? O trespassed sweetly urged give me my sin again Juliet:You kiss by the book
seek happy nights to happy days
Thank you nurse. Thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
The ape is dead! And I must conjure him.
The reason I have to love thee, doth not excuse, the appertaining rage, for such a greeting
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die
Thou hast quarreled with a man for cracking nuts! Having no other reason than the hazel in his eye.
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word by thee oh Capulet AND Montague. Thrice have you disturbed the quiet of our streets.
If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
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
Two households both alike in dignity in fair verona where we lay our scene
two households both alike in dignity in fair verona where we set our
scene, from ancient grudge break forth to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean, from forth the fatal loins of these two foe, a pair of starcrossed lovers take thier live and with thier
mis adventured piteous overthrows, doth bury thier parents strife..
Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Verona where we lay our scene. Where ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean…
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What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
What’s in a name?…A rose by any other name would smell just a sweet.
Whats here? A cup closed in my true loves hand?/Poison I see hath been his timeless end. / O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after!/I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,/To make me die with a restorative./ Thy lips are warm!/Yea, noise? Then i’ll be breif/ O, happy dagger, this is thy sheath/ There rust, and let me die
Wisley and slowly, they stumble that run fast
Wrong movie hell. You got the wrong Little Rascal. It was Buckwheat.
Zounds, consort.
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