Romeo - What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?
Servingman- I know not, sir.
Romeo - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear— Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!...
Tybalt - This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover’d with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Capulet - Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?
Tybalt - Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Capulet - Young Romeo is it?
Tybalt - ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, ’A bears him like a portly gentleman; And to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth. I would not for the wealth of all this town Here in my house do him disparagement...
Tybalt - It fits when such a villain is a guest. I’ll not endure him.
Capulet - He shall be endured. What, goodman boy? I say he shall, go to! Am I the master here, or you? Go to! You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul, You’ll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! You’ll be the man!