This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
identifier | question |
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1112 | ''For himself to mar,''quoth''a? |
1112 | ''Proud''- and''I thank you''- and''I thank you not''- And yet''not proud''? |
1112 | ''When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound''- Why''silver sound''? |
1112 | ''Wilt thou not, Jule?'' |
1112 | ''Yea,''quoth he,''dost thou fall upon thy face? |
1112 | ''Yea,''quoth my husband,''fall''st upon thy face? |
1112 | ''Your love says, like an honest gentleman,"Where is your mother?"'' |
1112 | A cup, clos''d in my true love''s hand? |
1112 | A grave? |
1112 | Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? |
1112 | Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name When I, thy three- hours wife, have mangled it? |
1112 | Ah, where''s my man? |
1112 | Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? |
1112 | Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain? |
1112 | All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? |
1112 | Am I come near ye now? |
1112 | Am I like such a fellow? |
1112 | Am I the master here, or you? |
1112 | An honour? |
1112 | And art thou chang''d? |
1112 | And but one word with one of us? |
1112 | And is it not, then, well serv''d in to a sweet goose? |
1112 | And sayest thou yet that exile is not death? |
1112 | And slay thy lady that in thy life lives, By doing damned hate upon thyself? |
1112 | And steep''d in blood? |
1112 | And what to? |
1112 | And why, my Lady Wisdom? |
1112 | Are you so hot? |
1112 | Art thou a man? |
1112 | Art thou gone so, my lord, my love, my friend? |
1112 | Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? |
1112 | Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness And fearest to die? |
1112 | At what o''clock to- morrow Shall I send to thee? |
1112 | Ay, nurse; what of that? |
1112 | Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? |
1112 | But I pray, can you read anything you see? |
1112 | But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? |
1112 | But what say you to Thursday? |
1112 | But where hast thou been then? |
1112 | But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? |
1112 | By whose direction found''st thou out this place? |
1112 | Came he not home to- night? |
1112 | Can I go forward when my heart is here? |
1112 | Can heaven be so envious? |
1112 | Can vengeance be pursu''d further than death? |
1112 | Can you love the gentleman? |
1112 | Can you not conceive? |
1112 | Can you not stay awhile? |
1112 | Come you to make confession to this father? |
1112 | Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
1112 | Come, shall we go? |
1112 | Come, what says Romeo? |
1112 | Consort? |
1112 | Did Romeo''s hand shed Tybalt''s blood? |
1112 | Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? |
1112 | Did my heart love till now? |
1112 | Did you ne''er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? |
1112 | Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter, with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? |
1112 | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
1112 | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
1112 | Do you like this haste? |
1112 | Do you not see that I am out of breath? |
1112 | Do you note me? |
1112 | Do you quarrel, sir? |
1112 | Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? |
1112 | Dost thou not laugh? |
1112 | Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? |
1112 | Doth not she think me an old murtherer, Now I have stain''d the childhood of our joy With blood remov''d but little from her own? |
1112 | Doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? |
1112 | Doth she not give us thanks? |
1112 | Evermore show''ring? |
1112 | Evermore weeping for your cousin''s death? |
1112 | Father, what news? |
1112 | Find them out whose names are written here? |
1112 | For what purpose, love? |
1112 | For what, I pray thee? |
1112 | For who is living, if those two are gone? |
1112 | Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? |
1112 | Good heart, at what? |
1112 | Groan? |
1112 | Ha, banishment? |
1112 | Hadst thou no poison mix''d, no sharp- ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne''er so mean, But''banished''to kill me-''banished''? |
1112 | Hast thou met with him? |
1112 | Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? |
1112 | Hast thou not a word of joy? |
1112 | Hast thou slain Tybalt? |
1112 | Hath Romeo slain himself? |
1112 | Have I thought long to see this morning''s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? |
1112 | Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |
1112 | Have you delivered to her our decree? |
1112 | Have you got leave to go to shrift to- day? |
1112 | Have you importun''d him by any means? |
1112 | How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? |
1112 | How cam''st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? |
1112 | How canst thou try them so? |
1112 | How doth my lady? |
1112 | How fares my Juliet? |
1112 | How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin- absolver, and my friend profess''d, To mangle me with that word''banished''? |
1112 | How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? |
1112 | How is it with her? |
1112 | How is''t, my soul? |
1112 | How long hath he been there? |
1112 | How long is it now To Lammastide? |
1112 | How long is''t now since last yourself and I Were in a mask? |
1112 | How now, Balthasar? |
1112 | How now, my headstrong? |
1112 | How now, wife? |
1112 | How now? |
1112 | How now? |
1112 | How shall that faith return again to earth Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth? |
1112 | How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? |
1112 | How, how, how, how, choplogic? |
1112 | How? |
1112 | How? |
1112 | I Pray you, Sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? |
1112 | I pray, sir, can you read? |
1112 | If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown''d for faith? |
1112 | In love? |
1112 | Is Romeo slaught''red, and is Tybalt dead? |
1112 | Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? |
1112 | Is he gone and hath nothing? |
1112 | Is it e''en so? |
1112 | Is it e''en so? |
1112 | Is it good- den? |
1112 | Is love a tender thing? |
1112 | Is my father well? |
1112 | Is she a Capulet? |
1112 | Is she not down so late, or up so early? |
1112 | Is she not proud? |
1112 | Is the day so young? |
1112 | Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? |
1112 | Is this the poultice for my aching bones? |
1112 | Is thy news good or bad? |
1112 | Is your man secret? |
1112 | Is''t so, indeed? |
1112 | Let me be satisfied, is''t good or bad? |
1112 | May not one speak? |
1112 | My dear- lov''d cousin, and my dearer lord? |
1112 | My dear? |
1112 | My noble uncle, do you know the cause? |
1112 | Need you my help? |
1112 | No less? |
1112 | Now, good sweet nurse- O Lord, why look''st thou sad? |
1112 | Now, nurse, what news? |
1112 | Nurse!- What should she do here? |
1112 | Nurse, where''s my daughter? |
1112 | Nurse, will you go with me into my closet To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to- morrow? |
1112 | Nurse? |
1112 | O God!- O nurse, how shall this be prevented? |
1112 | O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar Where is my lady''s lord, where''s Romeo? |
1112 | O honey nurse, what news? |
1112 | O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? |
1112 | O woe? |
1112 | O, how may I Call this a lightning? |
1112 | O, tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? |
1112 | O, think''st thou we shall ever meet again? |
1112 | O, what more favour can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? |
1112 | O, where is Romeo? |
1112 | O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? |
1112 | Of love? |
1112 | On Thursday, sir? |
1112 | One fairer than my love? |
1112 | Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet To think it was so? |
1112 | Or shall we on without apology? |
1112 | Quarrel, sir? |
1112 | Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour- stained steel- Will they not hear? |
1112 | Romeo, will you come to your father''s? |
1112 | Romeo? |
1112 | Said he not so? |
1112 | Saw you him to- day? |
1112 | Shall I be married then to- morrow morning? |
1112 | Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? |
1112 | Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? |
1112 | Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? |
1112 | Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who pass''d that passing fair? |
1112 | Sin from my lips? |
1112 | Sirrah, what made your master in this place? |
1112 | Spakest thou of Juliet? |
1112 | Speak briefly, can you like of Paris''love? |
1112 | Speak''st thou this from thy heart? |
1112 | Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? |
1112 | Sweet, sweet, Sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? |
1112 | Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? |
1112 | Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? |
1112 | Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? |
1112 | The fee simple? |
1112 | The heads of the maids? |
1112 | The what? |
1112 | Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? |
1112 | This afternoon, sir? |
1112 | Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?'' |
1112 | Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?'' |
1112 | Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? |
1112 | Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he? |
1112 | Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk? |
1112 | Uncomfortable time, why cam''st thou now To murther, murther our solemnity? |
1112 | Was I with you there for the goose? |
1112 | Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? |
1112 | Was that my father that went hence so fast? |
1112 | Wash they his wounds with tears? |
1112 | Wast thou with Rosaline? |
1112 | Well, what was yours? |
1112 | What a pestilent knave is this same? |
1112 | What are they, I beseech your ladyship? |
1112 | What can he say in this? |
1112 | What care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? |
1112 | What counterfeit did I give you? |
1112 | What cursed foot wanders this way to- night To cross my obsequies and true love''s rite? |
1112 | What day is that? |
1112 | What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? |
1112 | What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? |
1112 | What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? |
1112 | What fear is this which startles in our ears? |
1112 | What fray was here? |
1112 | What further woe conspires against mine age? |
1112 | What hast thou found? |
1112 | What hast thou there? |
1112 | What if her eyes were there, they in her head? |
1112 | What if this mixture do not work at all? |
1112 | What is her mother? |
1112 | What is it else? |
1112 | What is the Prince''s doom What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not? |
1112 | What is the matter? |
1112 | What is there? |
1112 | What is this? |
1112 | What is yond gentleman? |
1112 | What is your will? |
1112 | What less than doomsday is the Prince''s doom? |
1112 | What light through yonder window breaks? |
1112 | What man art thou that, thus bescreen''d in night, So stumblest on my counsel? |
1112 | What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour''d by this place of peace? |
1112 | What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning rest? |
1112 | What noise is here? |
1112 | What noise is this? |
1112 | What of that? |
1112 | What of that? |
1112 | What sadness lengthens Romeo''s hours? |
1112 | What said my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? |
1112 | What satisfaction canst thou have to- night? |
1112 | What say You, Hugh Rebeck? |
1112 | What say you, James Soundpost? |
1112 | What say you, Simon Catling? |
1112 | What say you? |
1112 | What say''st thou, my dear nurse? |
1112 | What say''st thou? |
1112 | What says Romeo? |
1112 | What says he of our marriage? |
1112 | What shall I swear by? |
1112 | What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? |
1112 | What storm is this that blows so contrary? |
1112 | What unaccustom''d cause procures her hither? |
1112 | What villain, madam? |
1112 | What will you give us? |
1112 | What wilt thou tell her, nurse? |
1112 | What wouldst thou have with me? |
1112 | What''s Montague? |
1112 | What''s he that follows there, that would not dance? |
1112 | What''s he that now is going out of door? |
1112 | What''s here? |
1112 | What''s in a name? |
1112 | What''s this? |
1112 | What, Paris too? |
1112 | What, are you busy, ho? |
1112 | What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? |
1112 | What, art thou hurt? |
1112 | What, dares the slave Come hither, cover''d with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? |
1112 | What, dost thou make us minstrels? |
1112 | What, drawn, and talk of peace? |
1112 | What, dress''d, and in your clothes, and down again? |
1112 | What, goodman boy? |
1112 | What, have you din''d at home? |
1112 | What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
1112 | What, man? |
1112 | What, not a word? |
1112 | What, shall I groan and tell thee? |
1112 | What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? |
1112 | What, still in tears? |
1112 | What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? |
1112 | What, with a torch? |
1112 | What? |
1112 | Whence come you? |
1112 | Where are the vile beginners of this fray? |
1112 | Where be these enemies? |
1112 | Where have you been gadding? |
1112 | Where is my Romeo? |
1112 | Where is my father and my mother, nurse? |
1112 | Where is my mother? |
1112 | Where is my page? |
1112 | Where is she? |
1112 | Where is the County''s page that rais''d the watch? |
1112 | Where shall we dine? |
1112 | Where should she be? |
1112 | Where the devil should this Romeo be? |
1112 | Where''s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? |
1112 | Where''s Romeo''s man? |
1112 | Where''s this girl? |
1112 | Wherefore storm you so? |
1112 | Which way ran he that kill''d Mercutio? |
1112 | Which way? |
1112 | Whither should they come? |
1112 | Whither? |
1112 | Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? |
1112 | Who calls so loud? |
1112 | Who calls? |
1112 | Who else? |
1112 | Who ever would have thought it? |
1112 | Who is it? |
1112 | Who is''t that calls? |
1112 | Who knocks so hard? |
1112 | Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? |
1112 | Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? |
1112 | Who''s there? |
1112 | Who''s there? |
1112 | Whose house? |
1112 | Why call you for a sword? |
1112 | Why dost thou stay? |
1112 | Why railest thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? |
1112 | Why should you fall into so deep an O? |
1112 | Why the devil came you between us? |
1112 | Why''music with her silver sound''? |
1112 | Why, Romeo, art thou mad? |
1112 | Why, how now, Juliet? |
1112 | Why, how now, kinsman? |
1112 | Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? |
1112 | Why, may one ask? |
1112 | Why, what is Tybalt? |
1112 | Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris''love And bid her( mark you me?) |
1112 | Will it not be? |
1112 | Will she none? |
1112 | Will you be ready? |
1112 | Will you go to them? |
1112 | Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? |
1112 | Will you speak well of him that kill''d your cousin? |
1112 | Will you tell me that? |
1112 | Wilt thou be gone? |
1112 | Wilt thou provoke me? |
1112 | Wilt thou slay thyself? |
1112 | With Rosaline, my ghostly father? |
1112 | Would''st thou withdraw it? |
1112 | Yea, is the worst well? |
1112 | Yea, noise? |
1112 | Yet''banished''? |
1112 | You will not then? |
1112 | You''ll not endure him? |
1112 | Young Romeo is it? |
1112 | Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome; and, I warrant, a virtuous- Where is your mother? |
1112 | [ aside to Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say ay? |
1112 | [ aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? |
1112 | [ to a Servingman] What lady''s that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? |
1112 | a conduit, girl? |
1112 | and what says My conceal''d lady to our cancell''d love? |
1112 | are you up? |
1112 | drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? |
1112 | or did I dream it so? |
1112 | the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? |
1112 | turn thy back and run? |
1112 | what day is this? |
1112 | what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? |
1112 | what news? |
1112 | what''s this? |
1112 | what, are you mad? |
1112 | where is my lord? |
1112 | wherefore art thou Romeo? |
1112 | which of you all Will now deny to dance? |