A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!
A fair assembly. Signor Placentio and his wife and daughters...
A man, young lady!
A man, young lady. Such a man!
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
A right good marksman! And she's fair I love.
A thousand times good night.
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!
Ahh!
Alas that love, so gentle in his view...
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still...
Amore! Amore!
Amore...
And 'tis not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.
And for ever
And I am a pretty piece of flesh!
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains...
And me
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
At my poor house look to behold this night...
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's sups the fair Rosaline...
Away from light steals home my heavy son...
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Ay me!
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Ay! By and by, I come!
Ba ba ba ba ba
Bang bang!
Bang.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Black and portentous must this humour prove...
Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
But he that hath the steerage of my course...
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
But Montague is bound as well as I, in penalty alike.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world.
But soft!
But this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet...
But thou love me...
But watching stars without you
But... farewell compliment.
By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.
By my count, I was your mother much upon these years.
By the hour of nine.
Come, go with me.
Come, let's away!
Come, madam, let's away.
Come, we burn daylight, ho! Ho o!
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
Cos I'm kissing you
Cos I'm kissing you
Dave!
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Did my heart love till now?
Die a beggar!
Do not proceed!
Do not swear at all.
Do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract tonight.
Dost thou love me?
Dost thou not laugh?
Draw, if you be men!
Ending up just another lost and Ionely wife
Every man, betake him to his legs!
Fain would I dwell on form...
Feather of lead, br...
For my mind misgives some... consequence, yet hanging in the stars...
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch...
Forswear it, sight.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes...
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes...
Give me my Longsword, ho!
Give me my sin again.
Go forth! I will back thee!
Go thither, and with unattainted eye...
Go to!
Go to!
Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.
Go!
Good day, good fellow.
Good heart, at what?
Good morrow, cousin.
Good night!
Good night!
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night. Good night.
Grr!
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
He jests at scars that never felt the wound.
Hear all, all see...
Heavy lightness...
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut...
Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it.
Here comes our kinsman. Say better!
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague...
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!
Humours! Madman!
Hung up like my man and me
I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
I am a pretty piece of flesh!
I am a pretty piece of flesh!
I am a pretty piece of flesh! I am!
I am...
I bade her come. God forbid!
I do but keep the peace.
I fear, too early.
I hate the word...
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes.
I have seen the day that I could tell...
I know thou wilt say Ay, and I will take thy word.
I said don't love you
I talk of dreams...
I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
I will conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes...
I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.
I will withdraw.
I would not for the wealth of all this town...
I'll know his grievance or be much denied.
I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
I'll to my truckle bed. This field bed is too cold for me to sleep.
I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you now
If ever you disturb our streets again...
If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine...
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
If my heart's...
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
If you be not of the House of Montague, come and crush a cup of wine!
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Is full of pain
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough...
Is she a Capulet?
Is the day so young?
It is not hand...
It is the east...
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning...
It was.
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet! Juliet! Oh!
Juliet! Ugh!
Juliet?
Julieta!
Julieta!
King Urinal! Go rot!
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow...
Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!
Let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Like Rosaline and thee
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
Madam, the guests are come.
Madam, underneath the Grove of Sycamore...
Madam, your mother calls!
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Make a mutiny among my guests?
Many a morning hath he there been seen...
Misshapen chaos of well seeming forms!
Misshapen chaos of well seeming forms.
My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued...
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand...
My only love sprung from my only hate!
My soul cried
Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
Never anger made good guard for itself.
Never be hung up
Never be hung up
No, coz, I rather weep.
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!
Not having that which having makes them short.
Not I. Not I, believe me.
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!
Now, I'll tell you without asking.
Nurse, come back again! I have remembered me.
Nurse, thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
Nurse!
Nurse!
O anything of nothing first create!
O anything of nothing first create!
O be some other name!
O cast it off!
O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
O me! What fray was here?
O nurse, give us leave awhile. We must talk in secret.
O Romeo, that she were an open ass and thou a poperin pear!
O swear not by the moon...
O that she knew she were.
O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
O! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Of honourable reckoning are you both, and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
On pain of torture...
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Or, if thou wilt...
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
Passion! Lover!
Peace, good Mercutio, peace!
Peace?
Peace?
Pedlar's excrement!
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Pride can stand a thousand trials
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.
Pure and true
Put up thy Sword...
Put up your Swords!
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there...
Rebellious subjects...
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Romeo!
Romeo.
Run free
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Shall I hear more...
Sharing this one and only life
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.
She is the fairies' midwife...
She speaks.
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
So please you, step aside.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called...
So shall you share all that he doth possess...
So thrive my soul.
Soft, I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck...
Speak again, bright angel.
Speak briefly, could you like of Paris's love?
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
Sweet, good night!
Tell me in sadness, who is it that you love?
That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
The boys! The boys!
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
The garden walls are high and hard to climb...
The great rich Capulet holds an old accustom'd feast.
The law hath not been dead...
The strong will never fall
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath...
This is she!
This is she!
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs...
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast.
This night you shall behold him at our feast.
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves!
This... precious book of love, this unbound lover...
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Thou talk'st of nothing.
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
Thou's hear our counsel.
Three civil brawls...
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
Thus then in brief!
Thy drugs are quick.
To yourself be true
Tomorrow will I send.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Touch me deep
Turn thee, Benvolio...
Two households...
Uncle, 'tis a shame.
Uncle, I'll not endure him.
Verona's summer hath not such a flower...
We follow thee.
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;
Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
What light through yonder window breaks?
What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?
What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
What shall I swear by?
What shall I swear by?
What, art thou drawn among these... heartless hinds?
What, goodman boy? I say he shall!
What!
What's Montague?
When love really don't love you
Where are you now?
Where shall we dine?
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Why, how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so?
Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate!
Why, then...
Will you now deny to dance?
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls...
Yet, if thou swear'st, thou may'st prove false.
Yet, if thou swear'st, thou may'st prove false.
Yoo hoo!
You and me always
You and me always
You are a lover.
You are now a maid.
You count up the years
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
You kiss by the book.
You taffeta punk!
Young hearts
Young hearts
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
And what was yours? That dreamers often lie.
At thy good heart's oppression. Farewell, my coz.
Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her. Teach me how I should forget to think.
But 'tis no wit to go! Why, may one ask?
Coz, I... Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you quarrel, sir? Quarrel, sir? No, sir!
Here comes of the house of Capulet! Quarrel, I will back thee.
I dreamt a dream tonight. And so did I.
I take thee at thy word. Agh!
In love? Out.
Is the law of our side if I say ay? No!
Juliet! By and by, I come!
No better? Uh... uh...
Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.
Romeo is it? 'Tis he.
Romeo! Romeo!
The quarrel is between our masters. And us their men!
Yes, sir, better! You lie!
... a pair of star cross'd lovers take their life.
... both alike in dignity...
... from ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
... from ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
... in fair Verona, where we lay our scene...
... O brawling love, O loving hate!
... serious vanity.
... the lady widow of Utruvio, mmm, and her lovely nieces Rosaline...
... this costly blood.
... where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
...a pair of star cross'd lovers take their life;
...a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear such as would please.
...all Montagues...
...and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay...
...and expire the term...
...and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.
...and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
...and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
...and I'll believe thee.
...and Juliet is the sun!
...and like her most whose merit most shall be.
...and look upon thy death.
...and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
...and private in his chamber pens himself...
...and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone...
...and the continuance of their parents' rage...
...and the place death, considering who thou art.
...and thee.
...and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats;
...and then they dream of...
...and what love can do, that dares love attempt.
...and, being angered, puffs away from thence...
...and, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.
...as I hate hell...
...begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
...bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague...
...but love from love...
...but to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
...by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh!
...by her high forehead and her scarlet lip...
...by some vile forfeit of untimely death.
...convert to bitterest gall.
...dear love...
...direct my sail!
...doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
...else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek...
...fain, fain deny what I have spoke.
...for stony limits cannot hold love out...
...for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
...fresh female buds that make dark heaven light.
...from ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
...have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
...her waggoner a small grey coated gnat.
...here in my house do him disparagement.
...in fair Verona, where we lay our scene...
...Iove;
...is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
...lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
...let them find me here.
...locks fair daylight out, and makes himself an artificial night.
...making them women of good carriage!
...may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
...nor any other part belonging to a man.
...nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes...
...nor foot, nor arm, nor face...
...nor ope her lap to saint seducing gold.
...o'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees.
...of a despised life closed within my breast...
...on the forefinger of an alderman...
...or manage it to part these men with me.
...or shall I speak at this?
...over men's noses as they lie asleep.
...retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
...send me word tomorrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee...
...shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels...
...should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
...should without eyes see pathways to his will.
...shuts up his windows...
...swear by thy gracious self which is the god of my idolatry...
...than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
...that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
...that presses them and learns them first to bear...
...that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
...that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...
...that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...
...the gentle sin is this.
...the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb...
...the only son of your great enemy.
...to beautify him, only lacks a cover.
...to cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.
...to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
...too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
...toward school with heavy looks.
...turning aside to the dew dropping south.
...unless good counsel may the cause remove.
...wanting of thy love.
...where and what time thou wilt perform the rite...
...where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
...which are the children of an idle brain...
...which doth cease to be ere one can say It lightens.
...which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind...
...which mannerly devotion shows in this.
...which, but their children's end, nought could remove...
...who is already sick and pale with grief...
...who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north...
...whom thou so loves, with all the admired beauties of Verona.
...with beauty's pen.
...with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.
...your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
