Prince: " You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Freetown, our common judgement place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart."
Act 1 Scene 4
Paris: " Of honorable reckoning are you both, And pity' tis you lived at odds so long. But now , my lord, what say you to my suit?"
Juliet:" I'll look to like, if looking liking move:But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly."
Tybalt: " Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain, that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night."
Juliet: " Good pilgrim, you do wrong with your hand to much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."