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,
I'll 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 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 I'll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households' rancor to pure love.
Romeo
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 scarlet lip.
Romeo
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Sampson
When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids -
I will cut off their heads.
Peter
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
I'll 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 fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins!
Lady Capulet
A crutch! A crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Romeo
I'll 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 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.