What lady's that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight
Act II
Ah,Juliet if the measure of thy joy, Be heaped like mine, and that thy breath, This neightboor air, and let rich music's tongue, Unfold the imagined happiness that both, Received in either by this dear encounter
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags if his substance, not of ornament.They are but beggars that can count their worth;But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up of half of my wealth
Act III
O calm,,dishonorable,vile submission!Alla Stocatta carries it away
What wouldst thou have with me?
Act IV
O,woeful time!
Act V
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that i e'er time saw in lasting labor of his pilgrimage!
Have I thought, love, to see this morning's face, and doth it give me such sight as this?
Act V (part 2)
O brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughther's jointure, for no more can I demand
But i can give thee more; For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, there shall not figure at such rate be set as that true and faithful Juliet