I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montague, and thee.

If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forget of the peace.

By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.

Take thou some new infection to they eye, and the rank poison of the old will die.

Compare her fact with some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

It is an honor that I dream not of.

I'll look to like if looking liking move.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiopia's ear...

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks.

My life is my foe's debt.

My only love sprung from my only hate!