Romeo and Juliet

Juliet:
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Romeo:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss.

Narrator:
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 two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought 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.

Juliet:
Love give me strength. and strength shall help afford.

Romeo:
But soft. What light through yonder window breaks?

Juliet:
That which we call a rose Buy any other name would smell as sweet

Gregory:
Do you quarrel , Sir?

Abraham:
Quarrel, Sir? No, Sir.

Mercutio:
A plague on both your houses. They've made worm's meat of me.

Romeo:
Thus with a kiss I die.

Juliet:
Yea noise. Then Ill be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.

Narrator:
A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than that of Juliet and her Romeo.

Lord Capulet:
O lamentable day! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Lady Capulet:
I beg for justice, which thou prince must give! Romeo slew Tybalt... Romeo must not live!

The Prince:
Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Lord Montague:
Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end-the life of Tybalt!

The Prince:
And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.

Romeo:
But soft; what light through yonder window breaks? It is my lady! O, it is my love. O that she knew she were.