Romeo & Juliet
star-cross'd lovers
Romeo
Juliet
Prince
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? ...
O, be some other name! What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel!
O, here will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Romeo, I come! This do I drink to thee.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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