Chorus
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet
Romeo
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
Juliet
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet
Juliet
O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
Romeo
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks
Friar Lawrence
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities
Friar Lawrence
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometime by action dignified
Friar Lawrence
Within the infant rind of this weak flower, poison hath residence and medicine power
Friar Lawrence
In man as well as herbs- grace and rude will
Romeo
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet
Romeo
I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today
Friar Lawrence
Young men's hearts then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Friar Lawrence
In one respect I'll thy assistant be, For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households' rancor to pure love
Friar Lawrence
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Mercutio
More than the Prince of Cats. O, he's the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests, one, two, and the third in your bosom - the very butcher of a silk button, a due
Romeo
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell be shrived and married
Friar Lawrence
So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not
Friar Lawrence
These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love
Juliet
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy
Juliet
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee
Juliet
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeck, for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight
Juliet
Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo, but else not for the world
Romeo
Being in night, all this is but a dream
Juliet
If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee
Romeo
By the hour of nine
Juliet
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow.
Romeo
Sleep dwells upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast, would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest, hence will I go to my ghostly friar's close cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.