Romeo: Give me a torch. I am not for ambling. Being heavy I will bear the light
Mercutio: Nay, gentle Romeo we must have you dance
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is rough, too rude too boist'rous, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Romeo: I'll be a candle holder and look on; the game was na' er so fair, and I am done.
Benvolio: Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in but every man betake him to his legs.
Mercutio: Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word.
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
Mercutio: And so did I. That dreamers often lie.O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Romeo: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk'st of nothing,
Benvolo: This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.
Mercutio: True. I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brian, begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Romeo: I fear too early, for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night’s revels, and expire the term of a despisèd life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death.