The Prince's Ending Speech

This letter doth make good friar's words. Their course of love, the tidings of her death; And here he writes that he did buy a poison of a poor pothecary and therewithal came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague. See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. And I, for winking at your discords too, have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk to these sad things; some shall be pardoned, and some punished; for never was there a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Juliets Balcony speech

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy farther refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thy self, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell so sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear percection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; and for they name, which is no part of thee, take all my self.

Romeo's Balcony speech

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill envious moon, who is already sick and pale grief that thou her maid art more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious, I ler vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady! O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; tis not to me she speaks...... See how she leans her cheek upon that hand, O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.

Romeo First Sees Juliet

What lady's that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight? O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear- Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

The Prologue

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these town foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take there life;
Whoes misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their childrens end, naught could remove
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.