BENVOLIO: Alas! poor Romeo, he is already dead, stuck’d with his own dear hand on his own breast.
Act 1, Scene 3
MERCUTIO: Ah! it is an ill-cut L’envoy.
LADY CAPULET: Oh! he speaks!
JULIET: How now! Speak you of killing and love?
Act 1, Scene 4
MERCUTIO: Nay, I’ll conjure, too.
ROMEO: O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Act 2, Scene 1
ROMEO: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Act 2, Scene 2
ROMEO: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
JULIET: Eh, Romeo!
ROMEO: Eh!
JULIET: O Romeo, Romeo!
Act 2, Scene 3
ROMEO: Ah, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might kiss that cheek!
Act 2, Scene 5
CAPULET: Ha! Is this all the preparation?
LADY CAPULET: All, all!
Act 3, Scene 1
MERCUTIO: Alas, poor Romeo!
ROMEO: Ah! jealous hour, too soon ripe with the sweets of love, give me my Romeo.
Act 3, Scene 2
JULIET: What news, what news?
NURSE: Good news, good news!
Act 3, Scene 3
ROMEO: O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince, Taking thy part, hath punished me with exile, Which hate more than the death-preparing steel
And thou hast slain him.
Act 3, Scene 5
LADY CAPULET: But where, alas!
Act 4, Scene 1
PARIS: I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes, By her high forehead and scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh…
FRIAR LAURENCE: Stop, stop!
Act 4, Scene 3
JULIET: O, break! My heart! Poor bankrupt, break at once!
Act 4, Scene 5
JULIET: O, in! thy bosom thus I bury thee…
O Romeo, Romeo.