"O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
"Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw."
"O God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?"
"O Tybalt, Tybalt , the best friend I had
" Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say 'death';For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say 'banishment'."
" Hence from Verona art thou banished. Be patient, for the world is board and wide."
"There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk."
"O holy friar, O, tell me me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord,where's Romeo?
"These times of woe afford no tune to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter."
"Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I. Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late. She’ll not come down tonight. I promise you, but for your company,I would have been abed an hour ago.
" I will , and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness".
"Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
"Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride."