Nurse
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all are perjured, all forsworn, all naught; dissemblers all
Friar Lawrence
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight
Nurse
No less? Nay bigger! Women grow by men
Juliet
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Juliet
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, Ill frown and be perverse and say thee nay so thou wilt woo.
Juliet
Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
Lady Capulet
He is a kinsman to the Montagues; Affection makes him false, he speaks not true
Romeo
I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than when he was when you sought him
Paris
These times of woe afford no times to woo. Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter
Friar Lawrence
But, come, young waverer, come go with me. In one respect Ill thy assistant be; For this alliance may be so happy prove To turn your households' rancor to pure love
Juliet
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she
Mercutio
I conjure thee my Rosaline's bright eyes, by her high forehead and her scarelet lip
Romeo
Beauty too rich for use, the earth too dear!
Sampson
When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids- I will cut off their heads
First Servingman
Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, and, as thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell, Anthony, and Potpan
Juliet
Ill look to like, if looking liking move, but no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly
Prince
You men, you beasts, that quench the fir of your pernicious rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins
Lady Capulet
A crutch! A crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Romeo
Ill go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of mine own
Juliet
Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy
Nurse
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks
Lord Montague
But I can give thee more; for I will raise her a statue in pure gold
Juliet
O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse
Susan and she (God rest all christian souls) were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; she was too good for me
Friar Lawrence
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb. What is her burying grave, that is her womb
Lord Capulet
get thee to church o' Thursday or else never after look me in the face
Mercutio
Ay, Ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, tis' enough
Lord Capulet
Death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field
Prince
For never was there a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo
Lord Capulet
Let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride
Lord Montague
Many a morning hath he there been seen with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew
Juliet
My only love sprung from my only hate too early seen unknown and known too late
Juliet
O happy daggar! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die
Romeo
She doth teach the torches to burn bright... Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear
Friar Lawrence
Take this vial, being then in bed, and this distilled liquor drink thou of
Nurse
Thou wast the pretties babe that i e'er nursed. And what I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish
Tybalt
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell... and thee. Have at thee, coward!
Romeo
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe
Juliet
You kiss by the book