1 Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
2 Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
3 Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
4 Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
5 Yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false.
6 Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
7 Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing.
8 Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.
9 Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
10 Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the goose.
11 Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: Thou art a villain.
12 Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
13 Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun.
14 God mark thee to his grace Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
15 Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
16 Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
17 Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art uprous'd with some distemperature; Or if not so, then here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.
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