"Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?"- Mercutio
"Not to his father's. I spoke with his man." - Benvolio
"Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love-song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blond bow-boy's butt shaft. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt."
"Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?" - Romeo
"The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceive?"
"'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon."
"Out upon you! What a man are you?" - Nurse
"I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him then he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse."
"Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?"
"Farewell. Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress."