Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.