Playing ShakespeareRomeo + Juliet

But I can give thee more,
For I will raise her statue in pure gold, 5.3.297-8

Capulet, Montague,
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love;
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d. 5.3.290-4

Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all,
And all the better it is for the maid.
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ‘twas your heaven she should be advanc’d,
And weep ye now seeing that she is advanc’d
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well. 4.5.66-76

Good father, I beseech you on my knees.
Hear me with patience but to speak a word 3.5.158-9

Ay sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave. 3.5.139-40

Of honourable reckoning are you both,
And pity ‘tis you lived at odds so long. 1.2.4-5

Three civil brawls bred of an airy word
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets. 1.1.87-9

A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? 1.1.74