On Thursday, sir? That’s very very soon.
Lord Capulet, my future father-in-law, wants it to be that way, and I’m not anxious to slow him down.
You said that you don’t know what the lady thinks. This path to marriage seems unstable. I don’t like this.
Are you going to leave? It’s not yet that close to daytime. That was the nightingale — not the morning lark — that just made that loud, piercing cry. The nightingale sings every night on that pomegranate tree over there. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Sir, things have turned out so unluckily that we haven’t had the time to persuade Juliet to marry you. Understand that she loved her cousin Tybalt dearly, as did I...well, we all must die. It’s very late, she won’t come down tonight. I can tell you that if it weren’t for your company I would have gone to bed an hour ago.
These sad times don’t give much opportunity for wooing. Madam, good night. Give my respects to your daughter.
Come here, Romeo. Come here my frightened young man. Trouble must be in love with you because you seem to be married to disaster.
What’s the news, father? How did the Prince rule in my case? What other misfortune is waiting to meet me that I’m not already acquainted with?
Unfortunately trouble and disaster are your closest friends, my dear son. I have news of the Prince’s verdict.
Come on, sun, hurry up and set. I wish some god would whip you forward so the cloudy night would come immediately. Let night wanderers blink and miss us and let Romeo leap into my arms unseen. Lovers can see well enough to make love by the light of beauty, and if they can’t, it won’t matter in the dark of night anyway. If only night would come like a proper widow dressed in black and teach me how to gain something by losing my virginity.
I think it would be a good idea to get out of the streets, Mercutio. When it’s as hot as this, people get easily provoked. There’s lots of Capulets about. I’m afraid that if we run into any of them, we’ll wind up in a fight.
You’re one of those guys who goes into a pub and takes his sword off saying, “I won’t be needing you.” But by the time your second drink is having an effect, you’ve drawn your sword on the bartender for no good reason.
Let’s hope that God looks favorably on this marriage, and doesn’t later punish us for it.
Amen to that! But come what sorrow may, it can’t offset the joy I receive from one minute of being in her sight. Just join our hands in matrimony, and Death can do whatever he dares. It’s enough that she’s mine.
It was nine o’clock when I sent the nurse. She promised to return in half an hour. Maybe she couldn’t meet with him. No, that can’t be. She’s so slow! Love’s messengers should move as quick as thoughts, which are ten times as fast as the sunbeams that push shadows back over the hillsides. That’s why they say Venus, the goddess of love, travels in a chariot pulled by swift doves, and Cupid is always drawn with wings. The sun is at its highest point of the day's journey, and from nine to noon is three long hours, yet she hasn’t come back.
Where the hell is Romeo? Didn’t he come home last night?
Not to his father’s house. I talked to his servant.
Ah, it’s that hard-hearted Rosaline, who’s tormenting him so much he’ll surely go mad.
Tybalt, old Lord Capulet's nephew, sent over a letter for Romeo this morning to his father’s house.
I’ll bet my life it’s a challenge to a duel.
The gray-eyed morning is spreading streaks of sunlight on the gloomy night, and darkness is stumbling out of the path of the sun’s chariot like a drunk. Now I have to fill this basket with medicinal plants before the sun dries up the morning dew and gets too high in the sky. Earth is both life’s mother and life’s tomb, and thus many different plants are born from nature.
