Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
O Romeo. Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Act 3 Scene 1
O, I am fortune's fool!
Immediately we do exile him hence
"Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, a villain, that is hither come in spite to scorn at our solemnity this night." (Lines 54-59)
Act 3 Scene 5
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
"My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee." (Lines 55-56)
Act 4 Scene 1
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father
Take thou this vial, being then in bed
"Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio. Who now the prince of his dear blood doth owe?" (Lines 180-181)
Act 5 Scene 3
O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate
"And you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; and you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, for, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, nor what is mine shall never do thee good." (Lines 193-197)
Doth she not give us thanks?
"Take thou this vial... shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: and this borrowed likeness of shrunk death thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours, and then awake as from a pleasant sleep." (Lines 93-106)
"Capulet, Montague, see what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love." (lines 291-293)
What manners is in this, to press before thy father to a grave?