Act 1, Scene 2

(Verona city streets. Tybalt and his crew enter, followed by Mercutio and Benvolio)

Tybalt: Well, peace be with you, gentlemen. Here comes my man.

Mercutio: But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wears your livery. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower. Your worship in that sense may call him "man."

Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain.

(Romeo enters)

Romeo: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain am I none; therefore, farewell. I see thou know'st me not.

Tybalt: Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.

(Romeo tries to reason with Tybalt, but Mercutio gets involved)

Mercutio: O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

(Tybalt and Mercutio begin to fight. Romeo tries to intervene, but Tybalt mortally wounds Mercutio)

Mercutio: I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.

Tybalt: What, art thou hurt?

Mercutio: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

(Romeo, enraged, fights Tybalt and kills him. The police arrive and arrest Romeo.)

ACT III, Scene 2:

(Juliet's balcony)

Juliet: Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner as Phaethon would whip you to the west and bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

(Romeo enters)

Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

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.

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! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.

Romeo: I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.

(They make a plan to secretly marry)