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Friar Laurence: Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Capulet: Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding day
Hath Death lain with thy wife.

Act III, Scene V
JULIET:
If all else fails, myself have power to die.

Act II, Acene II
JULIET:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Act II, Scene I
MERCUTIO:
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Act 1, Scene V
JULIET:
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.

Act 1, Scene IV
ROMEO:
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

ROMEO:

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen 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?

JULIET:

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Act 3, scene 5

PRINCE

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

Act 5, scene 3

MERCUTIO

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses!

Act 3, scene 1