Romeo- And we mean well in going to this masque; But 'tis no wit to go.
Mercutio- Why, may one ask?
Capulet- Welcome, gentlemen ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance?
Romeo- What lady's that. which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
Servingman- I know not, sir.
Tybalt- This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy.
Capulet- He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! Isay, he shall: go to: Am I the master here, or you?
Juliet- Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
Romeo- If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
Nurse- What's this? What's this?
Juliet- My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!