ACT 1
Scene 1

...a sword?
Enter old Montague and his Wife.

...spite of me.
Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not; let me go.
LADY MONTAGUE: Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

...all men depart.
to Benvolio
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

...parted either part.
LADY MONTAGUE: O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

...fled from me.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

...know the cause?
I neither know it nor can learn of him.

...by any means?
Both by myself and many other friends.
But he, his own affections’ counselor,
Is to himself—I will not say how true,
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the same.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.

...be much denied.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
To hear true shrift.—Come, madam, let’s away.
Montague and Lady Montague exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1

...Prince’s name, obey.
Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wives and all.

...blood doth owe?
Not Romeo, Prince; he was Mercutio’s friend.
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.

...those that kill.
They exit, the Capulet men bearing off Tybalt’s body.

ACT 5
Scene 3

...to a sepulcher.
Enter Montague.

...now early down.
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath.
What further woe conspires against mine age?

...thou shalt see.
seeing Romeo dead
O thou untaught! What manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave?

...Can I demand.
But I can give thee more,
For I will ray her statue in pure gold,
That whiles Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

...and her Romeo.
All exit.