1

Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

2

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.

3

Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:...

4

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,...

5

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

6

Have you importuned him by any means?

7

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

8

Good-morrow, cousin.

9

But new struck nine.

10

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

11

In love?

12

Of love?

13

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

14

No, coz, I rather weep.

15

At thy good heart's oppression.

16

Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

17

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

18

Groan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.

19

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

20

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

21

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

22

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

23

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.

24

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

25

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;...

26

For what, I pray thee?

27

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

28

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,...

29

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:...

30

The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,...

31

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.

32

This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

33

Strike, drum.

34

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

35

Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

36

He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.

37

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

38

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:...

39

Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.

40

Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

41

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

42

Romeo will answer it.

43

Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
dares, being dared.

44

Why, what is Tybalt?

45

The what?

46

Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

47

Stop there, stop there.

48

Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

49

Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

50

She will indite him to some supper.

51

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,...

52

Am I like such a fellow?

53

And what to?

54

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

55

By my head, here come the Capulets.

56

We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,...

57

What, art thou hurt?

58

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,...

59

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

60

Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain....

61

Why dost thou stay?

62

There lies that Tybalt.

63

O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:...

64

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink...