ACT 1

• my sin is purged [...] give me my sin again
• what drawn and talk of peace! i hate the word, as i hate hell, all montegues and thee
• ne'er saw her match since first the world began!
• she doth teaches the torches to burn bright
• if ever you disturb the peace again, your lives shall pay the forfit of the peace
• o brawling love! o loving hate! [...] o heavy lightness!
• is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous
• if he be married my grave is like to be my wedding bed
• she is the hopeful lady of my earth
• i have a soul of lead
• my only love sprung from my only hate!