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"I must hear from thee every day in the hour, for in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years ere I again behold my Romeo" III. iv. 43-46

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"Day, night, hour, tide, time, work play"
III.iv.188

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"We have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly and so did I. Well, we were born to die" III.iv.1-4

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"But look thou stay not till the watch be set" III.iii.158

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"Wert though as young as I, Juliet thy love, an hour but married" III.ii 68

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"When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?" III.ii 108

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"Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight have my old feet stumbled at graves! - Who's there?"
V. iii. 229

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"So tedious is this day as is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them" III.ii.30-34

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“Your lady mother is coming to your chamber. The day is broke; be weary about.” III.V.39-40

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Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain to sunder his that was thine enemy?"
V. iii. 227

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"the second cock hath crowed. The curfew bell hath rung" IV.iv.4

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“Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.” III.V.1-3

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"How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before Romeo come to redeem me?" IV.iii. 31-32

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"Let me have a dram of poison, such soon speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins"
V. i. 215

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"On Thursday, sir? That time is very short."
IV. i. 177

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"Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time give me some present counsel" IV. i. 61-62

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“Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards Phoebus lodging. Such a wagoner as Phaeton would whip you to the west and bring in cloudy night immediately.” III.II.1-4

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"Monday, ha ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon. O' Thursday let it be."
III. iii. 155

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"On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
My father Capulet will have it so, and I am nothing slow to slack his haste"
IV.i.1-3

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"Ready to go, but never to return.- O son, the night before thy wedding day hath Death lain with thy wife" IV.v.40-43

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"When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?"
III. ii. 137

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"Come, come with me, and we will make short work,  For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till Holy Church incorporate two in one."
II. vi. 111.

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“Else, when he is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.”III.ii.205-207

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"What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distempered head so soon to big 'good morrow' to thy bed"
II. iii. 33-36

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"The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse. In half an hour she promised to return."
II. v. 103

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"I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then"
II. ii. 183

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“A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?I.i.77

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"How long is't now since last yourself and I were in a mask?"
"By'r Lady, thirty years"

I. V. 53

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"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!"
I. v152-153

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"We waste our lights; in vain, light lights by day"
I. iv. 46

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"Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour"
I. iii. 12

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"That I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow."
II. iii. 83

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“In a half hour she promised to return. Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so. O, she is lame! Love’s heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams.” II.v.2-5

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"For you and I are past our dancing days"
I.v. 36

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"What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Not having that which, having, makes short"
I.i.189-170

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“So far from sounding and discovery.” I.i.153

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"Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath?"
II. v. 105

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"Wisely and slow.  They stumble that run fast"
II.iv. 101

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"Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken?
II. iii. 89

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"'tis not hard, I think, for men so old as  we to keep the peace"
I.ii.3-4

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“Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”(II.vi.14-15)

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"From ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny"
Prologue 3