Leonardo DiCaprio credited as playing...
Romeo
- Romeo: [upon first sight of Juliet] Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night.
- 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.
- Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
- Mercutio: And so did I.
- Romeo: And what was yours?
- Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
- Mercutio: O! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and comes in a shape no bigger than an agate-stone, on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a little team of atomies, over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut. Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat. And in this state, she gallops, night by night, through lovers' brains and then they dream of... love! O'er lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. And then, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.
- [becoming more passionate]
- Mercutio: This is the hag, when maids lie on their BACKS, that presses them! And learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage! This is she! THIS IS SHE!
- Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon... who's already sick and pale with grief that thou have made her far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it.
- 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.