"Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame! forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!"(III.I.85)
"Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished"(III.II.72)
"There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death. Then 'banishment,' Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me" (III.III.18)
"Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon. Thursday let it be- a Thursday, tell her She shall be married to this noble earl. Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado-a friend or two; For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much" (III.IV.20).
"Soft! take me with, take me with you, wife How? Will she none? Doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?" (III.V.144)
"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies" (III.V.205)