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BENVOLIO

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,/Herself poised with herself in either eye:/But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd/Your lady's love against some other maid/That I will show you shining at this feast,/And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

ROMEO

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,/But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. (1.3.93-100)

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ROMEO

And we mean well in going to this mask;/But 'tis no wit to go.

MERCUTIO

Why, may one ask?

ROMEO

I dream'd a dream to-night.

MERCUTIO

And so did I.

ROMEO

Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO

That dreamers often lie.

ROMEO

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. (1.4.49-56)

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ROMEO

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,/And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand./Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!/For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. (1.5.48-51)

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TYBALT

This, by his voice, should be a Montague./Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave/Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,/To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?/Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,/To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. (1.5.52-57)

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LADY CAPULET

Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme/I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,/How stands your disposition to be married? (1.3.67-69)

CAPULET

But saying o'er what I have said before:/My child is yet a stranger in the world;/She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,/Let two more summers wither in their pride,/Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. (1.2.7-11)

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MERCUTIO

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, who woos/Even now the frozen bosom of the north,/And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,/Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. (1.4.101-109)

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Capulet - My child is yet a stranger in this world. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. let two more suns wither her pride. ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Paris - Younger than she are happy mothers made.

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TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these hartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon they death. (1.1.62-63)

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Ashley and Jazzy                Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! (1.1.155)									

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Ashley and Jazzy                Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! (1.1.155)									

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TYBALT
What, drawn and talk of peace?I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee coward! (1.3.65-67)

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O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I may touch that cheek!
(2.2.84)

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Romeo
O speak again bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of air. (2.2.25.32)

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Romeo- Atlas that love whose view is muffled still Should without eyes see pathways to his will... heres much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serous vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.... This love feel I that feel no love is this. Dost thou not laugh?

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Mercutio-
“I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us.” (2.1.17-21)

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Ashley and Jazzy                     As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward! (1.1.59)

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Ashley and Jazzy                     As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward! (1.1.59)

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Juliet
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
(2.2.37-41)

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Announcer:

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

(Page 21)

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Nurse
His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet
My only love

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"The one I love now returns my love. The other did not."
(2.3.102-104)

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Friar Laurence

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 you households'
rancor to pure love.
(2.3 96-99

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Romeo
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine
Juliet
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again . (2.2.126-127)

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TYBALT
This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. (1.5.52-57)

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The beautiful Rosaline, once so desirable and worth dying for, is now not

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With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold out love. (2.2.65-66)