Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo: With a kiss, I die.
[To Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting] Captain Prince:
Rebellious subjects! Enemies to peace! Throw your mistemper'd
weapons to the ground!
Captain Prince: Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word
by thee, old Capulet, and you, Montague... if ever you disturb
our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the
peace.
Captain Prince: All are punished!
Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude,
too boisterious, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If
love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for
pricking and you beat love down.
Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets! Mercuito:
By my heel, I care not.
Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in
little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will fall in love with night and pay
no worship to the garish sun.
Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my
sail!
Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Romeo: Not mad, but
bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without
my food, whipped and tormented.
Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good
or bad, answer to that.
Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left
no friendly drop to help me after?
Romeo: Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night.
Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all
Montagues, and thee.
Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!
Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet: What
satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Romeo: The exchange
of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Juliet: I gave thee
mine before thou didst request it!
Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who
monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove
likewise variable. Romeo: What shall I swear by? Juliet:
Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious
self which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and
have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned,
and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than
this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms'
meat of me.
Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
Romeo: I am Fortune's Fool!
Juliet: You kiss by the book.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Romeo: Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight,
I never saw true beauty 'till this night.
Abra: Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?
Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not
what you do!
Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early
seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love
it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.
Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
