I’m only trying to keep the peace. Either put away your sword or use it to help me stop this fight.
What? You take out your sword and then talk about peace? I hate the word peace like I hate hell, all Montagues, and you. Let’s go at it, coward!
That will only make me think more about how beautiful Rosaline is.
Do it by letting your eyes wander freely. Look at other beautiful girls.
I can only repeat what I’ve said before. My daughter is still very young. She’s not even fourteen years old. Let’s wait two more summers before we start thinking she’s ready to get married.
Girls younger than she often marry and become happy mothers.
Come on, you first decided she was beautiful when no one else was around. There was no one to compare her to except herself. But let your eyes compare her to another beautiful woman who I’ll show you at this feast, and you won’t think she’s the best anymore.
I’m worried we’ll get there too early. I have a feeling this party tonight will be the start of something bad, something that will end with my own death. But whoever’s in charge of where my life’s going can steer me wherever they want. Onward, lover boys!
Go, girl, look for a man who’ll give you happy nights at the end of happy days.
I’ll look at him and try to like him, at least if what I see is likable. But I won’t let myself fall for him any more than your permission allows.
Give us a quick answer. Can you accept Paris’s love?
Saints don’t move, even when they grant prayers.
Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do. I’m praying for you to kiss me. Please grant my prayer so my faith doesn’t turn to despair.