Prologue "Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught could remove"
Are you biting your thumb at us, sir?
yes sir, but no sir.
Hello, my name is Romeo. What might your name be?
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
My love is dead!
Juliet found Romeo dead, so she grabbed a sword and killed herself.