Who said it? Romeo and Juliet

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love? Lady Capulet
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Juliet
Is love a tender thing? It’s too rough, too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like a thorn. Romeo
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Mercutio
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies’ midwife and she comes in no shape bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman. Mercutio
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe. A villain, that is hither come in spite to scorn at our solemnity this night. Tybalt
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn up despair. Romeo
You kiss by the book. Juliet
My only love sprung from my only hate! Juliet
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and Juliet is the sun! Arise fair sun and kill envious moon. Romeo
Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet. Juliet
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Juliet
I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee. Romeo
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Juliet
O, wilt that leave me so unsatisfied? Romeo
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow. Juliet
These violent delights have violent ends. Friar Laurence
I do protest, I’ve never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love Romeo
I am hurt. A plaque o’ both your houses! I am sped. Mercutio
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Benvolio
Ah, well-a-day! He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone lady, we are undone. Nurse
Tybalt is gone and Romeo is banished. Romeo that killed him, he is banished. Nurse
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow. Paris
Art thou gone so, my lord, my love, my friend? I must hear from thee every day in the hour, for a minute there are many days. Juliet
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, as one dead in the bottom of the tomb. Juliet
Indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo till I behold him – dead – is my heart so for a kinsmen vexed. Juliet
Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch! I tell thee what – get thee to church a Thursday or never after look me in the face. Lord Capulet
Happily met, my lady and my wife! Paris
What must be shall be. Juliet
Love give me strength, and strength will help me through. Goodbye, dear father. Juliet
O, look! Methinks I see my cousin’s ghost seeking out Romeo that did spit his body upon a rapier’s point. Stay Tybalt stay! Romeo, I come! This do I drink to thee. Juliet
Alas! Help! Help! My lady’s dead! Nurse
Death, lie, thou there, by a dead man interred. Romeo
Here’s to my love! O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Romeo
O comfortable friar! Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo? Juliet
Yea, noise! Then I’ll be brief! O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust and let me die. Juliet
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Prince

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