In short, do you think you can reciporate Paris' love?
I've got my sword here, unsheathed. Pick a fight with them; i will back you up.
How? Turn your back on me and run?
Break it up you idiots! Put away your swords. you dont know what you are doing.
Few Minutes Later...
Benvolio, are you actually fighting these cowardly servants? Turn around and look at me, your worst nightmare.
You're a lover; go borrow Cupids wings and You'll be able to soar above the rest of us.
Ha, I've already gone. This isnt the real me. i dont feel like Romeo ... hes somewhere else
Be sad, Tell me who do you love?
Based on you glowing description of him, I expect that I'll like him if its just a matter of looks. But i wont get attached to him without your consent.
No less of a woman indeed. Ha, he'll make you a bigger woman, in a few months. thats what men do to us
No, No Romeo, you got to dance.
I'm not going to dance, believe me. you have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul as heavy as lead that weighs me to the ground so I cant move
Good worshipper, you're too harsh on your own hand, as it shows a perfectly polite devotion by holding mine. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of saints, and the hands kiss when their palms are brought together.
I fear I've defefiled your hands, which are like a holy shrine to me, by touching them with my own unworthy hands. But i have an agreeable way to make it up to you. My lips ready to smooth over thant rough touch with a gentle kiss, like two devoted pilgrims in a holy place