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
With rosaline, my ghostly father? no. i have forgot that name and that name's woe.
Alas, poor romeo! he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, shot through the ear with a love song, the very in of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft. And is he a man to encounter tybalt.
peter, stay at the gate
Come, come with me, and we will make short work. For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Til holy church incorporate two in one.