Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tybalt.: What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!
Lady Montague: O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Benvolio: See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Romeo: Ay me! sad hours seem long. Benvolio.:It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo.:Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Benvolio: In love? Romeo.:Out— Benvolio.:Of love? Romeo.:Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Nurse: Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
Juliet.: Madam, I am here. What is your will? Lady Capulet: This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.