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- Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
- [draws sword]
- Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
- Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
- Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
- Juliet: Yea, noise! Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.
- Narrator: Two households, both alike in dignity / In fair Verona, where we lay our scene / From ancient grudge break to new mutiny / Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. 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.
- Romeo: [at masquerade, looking at Juliet across crowded room] She doth teach the torches to burn bright.
- [soft sigh]
- Romeo: It seems she hangs on the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear.
- [soft sigh]
- Romeo: So shows a showy dove, trooping with crows... as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
- [takes off his mask]
- Romeo: Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
- Juliet: Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
- Romeo: But soft; what light through yonder window breaks? It is my lady! O, it is my love. O that she knew she were.
- [last lines]
- Narrator: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
- The Prince: Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
- The Prince: [Steps forward] All are punished!
- Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
- [draws sword]
- Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
- Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
- Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
- Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.
- Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?
- Gregory: No.
- Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
- Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?
- Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
- Sampson: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
- Abraham: No better.
- Sampson: Well, sir.
- Gregory: Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
- Sampson: Yes, better, sir.
- Abraham: You lie.
- Sampson: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
- Lord Capulet: O lamentable day! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
- Romeo: O,she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
- Lady Capulet: I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give! Romeo slew Tybalt... Romeo must not live!
- The Prince: Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
- Lord Montague: Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end - the life of Tybalt!
- The Prince: And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.
- Friar Laurence: [as Juliet arrives] Ah, here comes the lady! So light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint!
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their deaths bury their parents' strife.
- Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe!
- Lord Capulet: Hmmm?
- Tybalt: A villain that hath come in spite / To scorn at our solemnity this night!
- Lord Capulet: Young Romeo, is it?
- Friar Laurence: Thou hast amazed me. Thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art. Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast.
- Juliet: Come! What says Romeo?
- The Nurse: [closes door, smiles:] Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
- Juliet: I have.
- The Nurse: Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence's cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife.
- [as Juliet laughs happily, holds her face:]
- The Nurse: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.
- [laughs]
- The Nurse: They'll be in scarlet straight at any news!
- [as Juliet runs off:]
- The Nurse: Hie you to church! I'll to dinner.
- Juliet: Honest nurse, farewell!
- [on her way]
- Juliet: Yond light is not daylight. I know it, I.
- [chuckles]
- Juliet: Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.
- Romeo: Oh, let me be taken,
- [Juliet giggles as he jumps onto her]
- Romeo: let me be put to death. I am content, so thou will have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads. Oh, I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome, Juliet wills it so.
- Juliet: [eyes widen in alarm] It *is!* It *is!* Hie hence, be gone, away! Romeo, it *is!*
- [jumps out of bed]
- Juliet: It is the lark that sings so out of tune, straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division. Oh, this doth not so, for she divideth us. So, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
- Romeo: More light and light. More dark and dark our woes!
- [kisses Juliet passionately, with fervent desperation]
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