Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn
Mercutio gives Romeo some advice
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.-
Benvolio suggests to go inside and enjoy the party
Come, knock and enter. And no sooner in but every man betake him to his legs.
Romeo refuses to enjoy himself
A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase, I'll be a candle holder, and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done
Mercutio goes on about Queen Mab of faries and Romeo tells him to calm down as he is talking nonsense
dsa
Queen Mab is the fairies' midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone......
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing
Benvolio tells Romeo and Mercutio that they will be late for the party if they talk of more nonsense, but Romeo fears its too early
This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.