Consort? What dost thou make us minstrels?
Romeo...Thou art a villain.
To such a greeting-villain am I none. Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not...I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better then thou canst devise, Tillthou shalt know the reason of my love. And so good Capulet, which name I tender as dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
A plague on both your houses!
Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Come gentle night, come loving black-browed night, Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
This shall determine that.
Immediately we do exile him hence...Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
(he comes to her and they make love for the first and last time, it is their wedding night)
(in the morning when they must part)
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day...Yond light is not day-light
Follow the lovers