1 Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
2 No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
3 Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
4 Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
5 Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
6 Towards him I made, but he was ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood.
7 I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.
8 Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy I will bear the light.
9 I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
10 Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know.
11 I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here.
12 My invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.
13 I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four, She is not fourteen.
14 Be not her maid since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
15 The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; And she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.
16 The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
17 True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
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