Mer: I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?
Romeo: That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above ur heads, Staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Juliet: O' I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it; and though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day As is the nigh before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them.
Romeo: Ha, banishment? Be more merciful, say 'death'; For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say'banishment.'
Friar: Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. There art happy . Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slewest Tybalt. There art thou happy too.
Cap: Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!