"ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake."
"then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"come hither nurse. what is yond gentleman?"
"go ask his name--if he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed."
"ay me."
"or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and i'll no longer be a capulet."
i would not for the world!
"what satisfaction can'st thou have tonight?"
"i hear some noise within. dear love, adieu."
"anon, good nurse--sweet montague be true."
"stay but a little, i will come again."
"…all my fortunes at thy foot i'll lay, and follow thee my lord throughout the world."
"i come, anon--but if thou meanest not well, i do beseech thee--"
by and by i come to cease thy strife and leave me to my grief. a thousand times good night!"
"good night, good night. parting is such sweet sorrow that i shall say good night till it be morrow."