Mantua
Apothecary's town
Lady Montague
Most likely died of a heart attack
Lady Capulet
Is likely only 26 or 27 years old
Verona
Hometown of Romeo and Juliet
Balthasar
Falls asleep in the graveyard
Friar Lawrence
Says that poison and medicine reside in all living things
Friar John
Suspected of being in a house of plague infection
Benvolio
Saw Romeo on a 5 a.m. walk, but didn't talk to him
Paris
Related to Mercutio and the Prince
Tybalt
Sometimes called "The Prince of Cats
Prince Escalus
Declares Romeo banished
Mercutio
Says dreams are meaningless
Rosaline
Ignores Romeo's loving stares
Nurse
Has buried a husband and a daughter
Lord Capulet
Advances the wedding date
Lord Montague
Must now bury a wife and a son
Romeo
Believes that dreams are fate's messengers
Juliet
Says is willing to be tied to a bear or leap from a tower
Nightengale
Sings in the middle of the night
Apothecary
Breaks the law because he's starving to death
Juliet
My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown and known too late.
Mercutio
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Lord Capulet
...get thee to church o' Thursday Or else never after look me in the face.
Romeo
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
Tybalt
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell... and thee. Have at thee coward.
Paris
These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.
Juliet
Oh happy daggar! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
Friar Lawrence
Take this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou of.
Lord Montague
Many a morning hath he there been seen with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.
Juliet
You kiss by the book.
Nurse
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
Lord Capulet
Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Romeo
She doth teach the torches to burn bright... Beauty too rich for use, for earth to dear.
Lord Capulet
Death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Prince Escalus
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.