ROMEO AND JULIET

�What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.�

�If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.�

�It is an honor that I dream not of.�

�I�ll look to like, if looking liking move..�

�I fear, too early; for my mind misgives Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night�s revels and expire the term Of a despised life, clos�d in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death.�

�O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!�

�O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do!�

�Is she a Capulet? O, dear account! My life is my foe�s debt.�

�My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!�

�But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!�

�See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch her cheek!�

�But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!�

�Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I�ll no longer be a Capulet.�

�What�s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.�

�My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.�