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BENVOLIO, I. 4, 7-8

ROMEO, I. 4, 12-14 Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move . BENVOLIO, I. 4, 7-8 But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure , and be gone .

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BENVOLIO, I. 4, 7-8

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  1. ROMEO, I. 4, 12-14 Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoesWith nimble soles: I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move. BENVOLIO, I. 4, 7-8 But let them measure us by what they will;We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

  2. MERCUTIO (di TYBALT), II. 3, 16… More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he isthe courageous captain of compliments. He fights asyou sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, andproportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, andthe third in your bosom: […] TYBALD & MERCUTIO, III, 1,34 TYBALTMercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--MERCUTIOConsort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

  3. ROMEO, III, 5, 17… Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;I am content, so thou wilt have it so.I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beatThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads:I have more care to stay than will to go:Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day. JULIET, III. 5, 26… It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too!

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