Lady Capulet The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world — why, he's a man of wax. Lady Capulet Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Lady Capulet What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read more about popup_note_index_item 651
Lady Capulet How stands your disposition to be married? Juliet It is an honor that I dream not of. Nurse An honor! Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "honor"
Nurse now to Lammas-tide? Lady Capulet A fortnight and odd days. Nurse Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Read more about popup_note_index_item 649
Lady Capulet Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Lady Capulet She's not fourteen. Nurse I'll lay fourteen of my teeth — and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four — she is not fourteen. How long is it Read more about popup_note_index_item 648
Romeo When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire; And these who often drowned could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. Benvolio Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye. But in that crystal scales let there be weighed Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well, that now seems best. Read more about popup_note_index_item 647
Benvolio At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Read more about popup_note_index_item 646
Servant But, I pray, can you read any thing you see? Romeo Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Servant Ye say honestly. Rest you merry! Romeo Stay, fellow; I can read. Read more about popup_note_index_item 645
Romeo Dost thou not laugh? Benvolio No, coz, I rather weep. Romeo Good heart, at what? Benvolio At thy good heart's oppression. Romeo Why, such is love's transgression. Read more about popup_note_index_item 642
Romeo O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first created, O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep that is not what it is. This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? Read more about popup_note_index_item 641
