give me my long sword!
but montague is bound as well as i, in penalty alike;
and 'tis not hard, i think, for me so old as we to keep the peace.
but saying o'er what i have said
and too soon marred are those so early made. earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; she is the hopeful lady of my earth.
but woo her, gentle paris, get her heart. my will to her consent is but a part, and she agreed, within her scope of
at my poor house, look to behold this night, fresh female buds that make dark heaven light. hear all; all see, and like her most whose merit most shall be.
come go with me!
ah, i have seen the day that i
come musicians play!
why how now kinsman, wherefore storm you so?
young romeo is it?
content thee gentle coz, let him alone. i would not for the wealth of all this town here in my house do him disparagement. therefore be patient; take no note of him.
he shall be endured! what, goodman boy! i say he shall! go to.
you'll make a mutiny among my guests!
what? cheerly my hearts!
you'll not endure him! am i the master here or you? go to.
look you, she loved her kinsman tybalt dearly.
well, we were born to die.
we'll keep no great ado - a friend or two. for, hark you, tybalt being slain so late, it may be thought we held him carelessly, being our kinsman if we revel much - but soft what day is this?
well wednesday is too soon - what say you to thursday?
i will make a desperate tender of my child's love. i think she will be ruled in all respects by me; nay, more, i doubt it not!
but what say you to thursday?
a thursday let it be then!
wife, go you to juliet ere you go to bed. tell her, a thursday she shall be
how now, wife? have you delivered to her our decree?
how? will she none? is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, unworthy as she is, that we have
thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, but fettle your fine joints 'gainst thursday next .
speak not, reply not, do not answer me!
hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch.
peace, you mumbling fool!
i tell thee what - get thee to church a thursday or never after look me in the face. and you be mine, i'll give you to my friend. and you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, trust to it. bethink you. i'll not be forsworn.