Playing ShakespeareRomeo + Juliet

Thus with a kiss I die. 5.3.120

O my love, my wife,
Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquer’d. 5.3.91-94

The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. 5.3.16-17

O child, O child! My soul and not my child,
Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead,
And with my child my joys are buried. 4.5.62-4

Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
… And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. 4.1.68-70, 76

Romeo is banish’d, and all the world to nothing
… Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the County. 3.5.213, 216-217

Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. 3.5.202-3

Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! 3.5.151-156

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who to put thee from thy heaviness
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy. 3.5.107-109

Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? 3.5.69-70

I must be gone and live, or stay and die. 3.5.11

Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished.
Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished. 3.2.69-70

O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel. 3.1.115-117

Come, come with me and we will make short work,
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one. 2.6.35-37

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.
There stays a husband to make you a wife. 2.5.69-70

O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 2.2.125

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee. 2.2.55-56

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun! 2.2.2-3

His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy. 1.5.135-136

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. 1.5.92-95

Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers …
… The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. 1.3.69-71, 74

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs’d.
And I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish. 1.3.60-2