"It is an honor that I dream not of."
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops"
"Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast."
"Scurvy Knave! Pray you sir, a word and, as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out."
"Is three long hours; yet she is not come, Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would e as swift in motion as a ball."
"Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man's, ... He is not the flower of courtesy."
"Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?"
"Romeo the love I bear thee can afford. No better than this: thou art a villain."
"O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away."
"That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth."
"Once more, on pain of death, all me depart."
"Holy Saint Franci! What a change is here! Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon Forsaken?"
"Hold daughter. I do spy a kind of hope. Which craves as desperate an execution."
"Alone, in company; still my care hath been to have her matched; and having now provided...And then to have a wretched puling fool!"
"O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."