Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember the swashing blow.
Act I, Scene ii
But Montague is bound as well as I, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, for men so old as we to keep the peace.
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Alec Morton & Haili Balderson
Act I, Scene iii
It is an honor that I dream not of.
"My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee."
Act I, Scene iv
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
"But saying o'er what I have said before: my child is yet a stranger in the world, she hath not seen the change of fourteen years; let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride."
Act I, Scene v
What lady is that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?
"Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you here in Verona, ladies of esteem are made already mothers."
How stands your disposition to be married?
"The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper."
"Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich to use, for earth to dear."