Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Father Laurence: Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.
Romeo: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.
Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain.
Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.
Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!
Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Romeo: Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
Sampson: I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!
Romeo: [to Tybalt] Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!
Juliet: You kiss by the book.
