Juliet: My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Juliet: Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Mercutio: Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Sampson: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gregory: No, for then we should be colliers.
Juliet: For in a minute there are many days.
Second Servant: We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Mercutio: Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Benvolio: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead!
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Romeo: Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name...