Claire Danes credited as playing...
Juliet
- Juliet: Come, gentle night, come, loving black brow night, give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun. Oh, I have... *bought* the mansion of love, but not possessed it. And though I am sold and not yet enjoyed... Oh! Tedious is the day!
- Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
- Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
- Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?
- Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
- Romeo: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
- Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
- Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
- Romeo: [They kiss] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
- Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
- Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
- Juliet: [they kiss again] You kiss by the book.
- Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.
- 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 is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
- Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
- Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.
- Lady Capulet: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
- The Nurse: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!
- Lady Capulet: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
- The Nurse: Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...
- Lady Capulet: [yelling] Nurse!
- [to Juilet]
- Lady Capulet: This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. This precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks a cover. So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less.
- The Nurse: Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
- Lady Capulet: Speak briefly. Could you like of Paris' love?
- Juliet: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
- Dave Paris: Happily wed, my lady and my wife.
- Juliet: That may be, sir, when I may be your wife.
- Dave Paris: That maybe must be love, on Thursday next.
- Juliet: What must be, must be.
- Juliet: [about to swallow concoction that will induce faked death] What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?