Capulet: Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will walk about with you
Romeo: What lady's that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight? Servingman: I know not, sir.
Tybalt: This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. Capulet: Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone. He bears him like a portly gentleman, and to say truth, Verona brags of him
Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much
Romeo: What is her mother? Nurse: Marry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house, and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. Romeo: Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.
Juliet: Go ask his name. If he be married, my grave is like my wedding bed. Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague, the only son of your great enemy. Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate!