What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
ROMEO
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.
JULIET
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind.
MERCUTIO
I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he tha
ROMEO
Good pilgrim, you do wrong our hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hand do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
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.
JULIET
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art more fair than she.
ROMEO
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
ROMEO
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.
JULIET
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say "good night" till it be morrow.
JULIET
The reason I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting. Villain I am none.
ROMEO
A plague o' both your houses.
MERCUTIO
Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
MERCUTIO
O' I am Fortune's fool!
ROMEO
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
JULIET
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come death and welcome. Juliet wills it so.
ROMEO
All these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our times to come.
ROMEO