In fair Verona two households , the montages and the capulets both alike in dignity . From ancient grudge break new mutiny, they take it to the streets and start a brawl.
three civil brawls ,bred of an airy word ,by thee ,old capulet and Montague. If you ever disturb our streets again ,your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
alas, that love ,whose view is muffled still.should without eyes see pathways to his will! where shall we dine?- O me! what fray was here ? yet tell me not, for i have heard it all. heres much to do with the hate but more with love why then O brawling love , O loving hate , O heavy lightness ,serious vanity , misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Benvolio and Romeo decide to go to the capulets party
well think about marriage now. younger than you here in Verona ladies of esteem are made already mothers , by my count I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: the valiant Paris seeks you for his love.I'll look to like if looking liking move. But no more deep will i endart mine eye than your constant gives strength to make it fly.
my lips, two blushing pilgrims ,ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Good pilgrim ,you do wrong your hand too much ,which mannerly devotion shows in this ,for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do tough and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss.