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 Act 1, Scene : Popup Note Index Item: "odd"
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 Act 1, Scene : Popup Note Index Item: "four" and "teen"
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "crystal scales"
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "unattainted"
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "if I know the letters"
Romeo With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "Diana's wit"
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 Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "Good heart"
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 Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "O anything of nothing first created"
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? Benvolio No, coz, I rather weep. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "to do"
Montague Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Benvolio Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach; I drew to part them. In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "more and more" and "part and part"
