"wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris's love and bid her(mark you me?) on Wednesday next-but soft! What day is this?...Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon. Thursday, tell her she shall be married to this noble earl."
"Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence."
"Either thou or I, or both, must go with him...This shall determine that."
"0 God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?"
"Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished...It did! alas the day, it did!"
"A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips-Not body's death, but body's banishment."
"What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom?...Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say 'death'; For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say banishment."
(3.IV.8-9 & 15-22)
"These times of woe afford no tune to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter...Monday, my lord."
"Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant,young, and noble gentleman. The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church shall happily make thee there a joyful bride."
"Madam, in happy time! What day is that?... Now by Saint Peter's Church,and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride.!"
"Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch! I tell thee what- get thee to church a Thursday or never after look at me in the face. Speak not, reply not, do not answer me! My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest That god had lent us but this only child; But now i see this one too much, and that we had a curse in having her, Out on her, hilding!"
"Good Father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word."