Act 1, Scene 5
Romeo: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As 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.
Act 2, Scene 2
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name
Besides Montague, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Act 3, Scene 5
Juliet: Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay',
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think 'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
Act 5, Scene 3
Romeo: Then I defy you, stars!
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let worms devour my body as they will,
I'll not be said to die unburied,
With the remembrance of what hath made me live.