R+J

• Prince Escalus: 'Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, have disturbed our streets.'
• Prologue: 'A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.'
• Friar Laurence: 'See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!'
• Tybalt: 'What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word.'
• Romeo: 'Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous.'
• Mercutio: 'Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou Romeo.'
• Friar Laurence: 'Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.'
• Romeo: 'O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!'
• Friar Laurence: 'Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man... And thou art wedded to calamity.'
• Romeo: 'O, sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate... And in my temper softened valor's steel!'
• Friar Laurence: 'If all else fail, myself have power to die.'
• Mercutio: 'Thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast.'
• Romeo: 'O, I am fortune's fool!'
• Romeo: 'Then I defy you, stars!'
• Apothecary: 'My poverty, but not my will, consents.'
• Romeo: 'I dreamt my lady came and found me dead.'
• Juliet: 'Deny thy father and refuse thy name.'
• Friar Laurence: 'For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households' rancour to pure love.'
• Juliet: 'I'll to the Friar to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die.'
• Mercutio: 'A plague o' both your houses!'
• Friar Laurence: 'Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!'
• Romeo: 'Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.'
• Friar Laurence: 'These violent delights have violent ends.'
• Romeo: 'I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise.'
• Prince Escalus: 'For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.'
• Prince Escalus: 'Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; some shall be pardoned, and some punished.'
• Juliet: 'O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?'
• Benvolio: 'Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament.'
• Romeo: 'But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?'
• Juliet: 'O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.'