"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night til it be morrow."
"Then hie you hence to Frair Laurence's cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife."
"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, . . ."
"Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humors! madman! passion! lover!"
"Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast."
"What is a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face. . .
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!"
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
"Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man."
"A plague on both your houses!"
"They have made worms' meat of me."
"Romeo away, be gone! Stand not amazed."