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Hamlet

Welcome, good friends. [To a young actor] Oh, my old friend!
Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st
thou to beard me in Denmark? [To a young boy actor] What,
my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer
heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. 
Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not
cracked within the ring.  [To all]  Masters, you are all 
welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers — fly at
anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give
us a taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech.

Porter

Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator 
with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him;
makes him stand to, and not stand to — in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Friar Laurence

Let’s hope that God looks favorably on this marriage, and doesn’t later punish us for it.

Romeo

Amen to that! But come what sorrow may, it can’t offset the joy I receive from one minute of being in her sight. Just join our hands in matrimony, and Death can do whatever he dares. It’s enough that she’s mine.

Juliet

It was nine o’clock when I sent the nurse. She promised to return in half an hour. Maybe she couldn’t meet with him. No, that can’t be. She’s so slow! Love’s messengers should move as quick as thoughts, which are ten times as fast as the sunbeams that push shadows back over the hillsides. That’s why they say Venus, the goddess of love, travels in a chariot pulled by swift doves, and Cupid is always drawn with wings. The sun is at its highest point of the day's journey, and from nine to noon is three long hours, yet she hasn’t come back.

Mercutio

Where the hell is Romeo? Didn’t he come home last night?

Benvolio

Not to his father’s house. I talked to his servant.

Mercutio

Ah, it’s that hard-hearted Rosaline, who’s tormenting him so much he’ll surely go mad.

Benvolio

Tybalt, old Lord Capulet's nephew, sent over a letter for Romeo this morning to his father’s house.

Mercutio

I’ll bet my life it’s a challenge to a duel.

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