Tybalt, take the "villian" back, Either you or I or both must go with Mercutio.
If I say I love you, it will be more of a price unknown, than to your face.
IV.i.18-31
Get out of here Romeo! You fool! (after Tybalt falls/dies)
Confess to this father.
I am sure that you love me.
Then that person shall be you!
Calm down. Go home and be merry. Tomorrow is Wednesday
IV.i.77-90
I would rather do many worse things than marry Paris.
It is not like death, be patient. You are banished from Verona...
Hurry everybody! We must get the preparations for the wedding all set.
IV.ii.1-9
Servant
Sir, an ill cook cannot lick his own fingers! *Laughs*
"What if it be a poison which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead?" (lines24-25). O the so many thoughts I have of dead Tybalt, Here I come Romeo! *drinks*
By acting like that, you're misusing your shape, love, and wit. Get up and be a man.
IV.iii.24-58
Go. Go tell my lady to get ready to scold me for the way I behaved.
I'll just be on my way-I will tell Juliet you are coming.
Yes my lady, get some rest.
I give you permission to marry her on Wednesday. What day is this?
Come on! It's almost time! Get cooking!
Oh! Wednesday is way too soon. The marriage shall be held on Thurday.
IV.iv.1-28
It is Monday my lord.
*Hahaha*
Don't speak even a word to me.
My child! She's dead! She's dead!
I will not break my promise to Paris!
IV.v.19-24
"O sweet mother, cast me not away! Delay this mariage for a month, a week; Or if you do not, make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies"
