This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave Come hither, covered 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.
(1.5.52-58)
*blah blah romantic stuff*
Oh is that Romeo? Leave him alone, he isn't bothering anyone.
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,A villain that is hither come in spiteTo scorn at our solemnity this night.
Come, sir, yourpassado-
Gentlemen, gentlemen stop this fighting. No good is going to come of it.
A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, and soundly too. Your houses!
(3.1.67-70)
What, art thou hurt?
Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
He’s alive and victorious, and Mercutio’s dead? Enough with mercy and consideration. It’s time for rage to guide my actions.
Oh Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! His brave spirit has floated up to heaven, but it was too early for him to leave life on earth.
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here shalt with him hence
(3.1.91-92)
WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS I WILL SEND THIS VILLAIN STRAIGHT TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL