Romeo and Juliet
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- It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun. Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief
- It is my lady. O, it is my love! She speaks,yet she says nothing. What of that
- Ay me
- She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, Bering o'er my head
- O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo ?
- What man art thou that,this be screened in night, So stumblest on my counsel
- Call me but love, and I'll be a new baptized Henceforth I never will be Romeo
- My ears have not drunk a hundred words Of thy tounge's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague
- Neither, fair maid if either thee dislike
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