Sampson and Gregory- servants to the Capulets- have a brawl on the streets of Verona.
Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
No, for then we should be colliers.
Capulet walks with Paris, a Nobel kingsman, discussing Paris' desire to marry Juliet.
My child is yet a stranger in the world, she hath not seen the change of fourteen years.
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Benvolio tries to talk Romeo into going to the Capulets' party, but Romeo doesn't want to go, so he tries to make excuses.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes with nimble soles; I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, And the continuance of their parents’ rage.