“Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.”

“No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men.”

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”

“If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo.”

“Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!”

“He is a kinsman to the Montagues; Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.”

“I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him.”

“These times of woe afford no times to woo. Madam, good night, commend me to your daughter.”

“But come, young waverer, come go with me. In one respect I’ll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.”

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she.”

“I conjure thee my Rosaline’s bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip.”

“I’ll look to like, if looking liking move, But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”

“I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.”

“I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.”

“But I can give thee more; For I will raise her statue in pure gold.”

“The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb. What is her burying grave, that is her womb.”

“You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins!”