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Romeo + Juliet (1996) Poster

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Romeo: Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night.

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Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

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Romeo: I defy you, stars!

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Romeo: 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.

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: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Romeo: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Romeo: [They kiss] 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 trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Juliet: [they kiss again] You kiss by the book.

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Juliet: O 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.

Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

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Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

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Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

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[first lines]

Anchorwoman: 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-crossed lovers take their life, whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth, with their death, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, naught could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.

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Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

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Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.

Mercutio: And so did I.

Romeo: And what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

Mercutio: O! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and comes in a shape no bigger than an agate-stone, on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a little team of atomies, over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut. Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat. And in this state, she gallops, night by night, through lovers' brains and then they dream of... love! O'er lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. And then, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.

[becoming more passionate]

Mercutio: This is the hag, when maids lie on their BACKS, that presses them! And learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage! This is she! THIS IS SHE!

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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.

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Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

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Romeo: Tempt not a desperate man!

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Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.

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Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

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Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

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Romeo: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

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Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

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Father Laurence: [wedding Romeo and Juliet] These violent delights have violent ends, and in there triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. Therefore, love moderately.

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Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?

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Sampson: [to Gregory] I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

[bites thumb]

Gregory: [Abra revs car and moves closer] Go forth! I will back thee!

Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson: I... I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abra: Do you bite your thumb at *us*, sir?

Sampson: [to Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say aye?

Gregory: NO!

Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!

Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?

Abra: Quarrel, sir? No, sir!

Sampson: But if you do, sir, and for you, I serve as good a man as you!

Abra: No better?

Sampson: Uh... uh...

Gregory: [Sees Benvolio coming] Here comes our kinsman, say better!

Sampson: Yes, sir, better!

Abra: You lie!

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Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain.

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Juliet: 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.

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Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo: What shall I swear by?

Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.

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Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!

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Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!

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Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

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Romeo: I am Fortune's fool!

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Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

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Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!

Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

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Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.

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Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

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Father Laurence: 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-crossed lovers take their life.

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Juliet: You kiss by the book.

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Sampson: I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

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Romeo: Be satisfied!

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Tybalt: What would you have with me?

Mercutio: Good King of Cats, only one of your nine lives!

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Sampson: [singing] A pretty piece of flesh I am!

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Benvolio: [sees Romeo coming towards him and Mercutio] Rome-O!

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Romeo: Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

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Juliet: Not proud you have, but thankful you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!

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Romeo: [refusing to fight] Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

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Romeo: I am forgetful

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Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!

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Romeo: [to Tybalt] Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!

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Juliet: If they do see thee they will murder thee.

Romeo: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

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Lady Capulet: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

The Nurse: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!

Lady Capulet: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

The Nurse: Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...

Lady Capulet: [yelling] Nurse!

[to Juilet]

Lady Capulet: This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over 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.

The Nurse: Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.

Lady Capulet: Speak briefly. Could you like of Paris' love?

Juliet: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

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Captain Prince: [to Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting] 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!

Captain Prince: [in his office] Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

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Captain Prince: All are punished!

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Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.

Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword.

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Gregory: A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!

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Captain Prince: [after Romeo kills Tybalt] Romeo is banished!

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Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.

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Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!

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Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.

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Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.

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Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

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Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do!

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Benvolio: Soft, I will go along and if you leave me so you do me wrong.

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Benvolio: The quarrel is between our masters.

Gregory: And us, their men!

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