"Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. Take it in what sense thou wilt."
"They must take it in sense that feel it"
"Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not, let me go"
"Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe."
O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
"Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun Peered forth the golden window of the East, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad, Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city’s side, So early walking did I see your son"