Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.
Romeo: Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Juliet: For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Love at first sight. Romeo and Juliet are deeply in love.
Juliet: Good even to my ghostly confessor. Friar: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Juliet: As much to him, else is his thanks too much.