Act 1, Scene 1
Romeo:
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
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,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she:
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 2, Scene 2
Romeo:
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Juliet:
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo:
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Act 3, Scene 5
Romeo:
Then I defy you, stars!
Juliet:
Do you love me?
Romeo:
I love you more than words can say.
Juliet:
And I love you too.
Act 5, Scene 3
Romeo:
O, my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.