This is when the Capulets' party starts and Romeo lays eyes on Juliet.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Tybalt recognizes Romeo and wants to kill him, though the host Lord Capulet stops him.
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,A villain that is hither come in spiteTo scorn at our solemnity this night.
‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone. He bears him like a portly gentleman, And, to say truth, Verona brags of him.To be a virtuous and well-governed youth. I would not for the wealth of all the town. Here in my house do him. disparagement. Therefore be patient. Take no note of him. It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Young Romeo is it?
Romeo and Juliet officially meet and speak, though they do more kissing than speaking.
If I profane with my unworthiesthand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this,For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
You kiss by th’ book.
Romeo learns from Juliet's nurse that the woman he had just kissed was his enemy. (Capulet)
[Aside] Is she a Capulet?O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.
What is her mother?
Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter that you talked withal. I tell you, he that can lay hold of her. Shall have the chinks.
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Juliet asks the Nurse to ask for Romeo's name. Juliet realizes now if she marries Romeo is the same as digging her own grave.
Anon, anon. Come, let's away. The strangers are all gone.
His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
What’s this? What’s this?
[Aside] 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 loathèd enemy.
A rhyme I learned even now. Of one I danced withal.