Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.
Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
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: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.
Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
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: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
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