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...
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight. For I ne're saw true beauty till this night.
Romeo: Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Juliet: You kiss by the book.
Is she a Capulet?
My only love sprung from my only hate
O Romeo, Romeo!-Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet....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. What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet;
Call me but love...I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,...There thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Dost thou love me?
Romeo: O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Th' exchange of thy loves faithful vow for mine.
For this alliance may so happy prove, to turn your households' rancour to pure love.