| Romeo1 | So shows a snowy dove trooping with the crows |
| Romeo2 | Mercutio’s soul is just a little way from our heads… Either thou or I, or both, must go with him |
| Romeo3 | I defy you stars |
| LordM1 | Thou villain Capulet!… let me go |
| LordM2 | The all cheering sun |
| LordM3 | As that of true and faithful Juliet |
| LadyM1 | Thou shall not stir one foot to seek a foe |
| LadyM2 | O, where is Romeo?… Right glad I am he was not at this fray |
| Benvilio1 | Stand not amazed! The Prince will doom thee to death |
| Benvolio2 | I pray the good Mercutio, let’s retire… and if we meet we shall not scape a brawl |
| Juliet1 | I swear by the gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry |
| Juliet2 | I fall prostrate here, and beg your pardon |
| Juliet3 | What,s here? A cup, clos’d in my tue love’s hand? |
| LordC1 | Let two more summers wither in her pride, ere we may think her ripe to be a bride |
| LordC2 | She shall be married to this Nobel Earl. Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? |
| LordC3 | Out, you green sickness carrion! Out you baggage! You tallow face. |
| LadyC1 | Verona’s summer hath not such a flower |
| LadyC2 | Talk to me or I shall not speak a word; Do as you will, for I have done with thee. |
| LadyC3 | O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I shall die with thee! |
| Tybalt1 | What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word |
| Tybalt2 | Now by the stock and honour of my kin, to strike dead I hold not a sin |
| Tybalt3 | Wretched boy…shalt with him hence! |
| Nurse1 | Why, he is a man of wax |
| Nurse2 | I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; but you shall bear the burden soon at night |
| Nurse3 | Since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the County |
| Prince1 | On pain of torture, from those bloody hands throw your mistempered weapons to the ground |
| Prince2 | Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill |
| Prince3 | The sun of sorrow will not show his head |
| Paris1 | These times of woe afford no time to woo |
| Paris2 | Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears |
| Paris3 | Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed |
| FL1 | O unhappy fortune! |
| FL2 | So smile the heavens upon this holy act |
| FL3 | Take thou this vial… no warmth, no breathe… like death when he shuts up the day of life |
| Mercutio1 | If love be rough with you, be rough with love |
| Mercutio2 | Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow |
| Mercutio3 | Ask for me tomorrow and I shall be a grave man |
Romeo and Juliet
November 8, 2019