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Characters In Play:

Romeo, Montague-Romeo's Father, Benvolio-Kingsman, Abram-Montague, Servingman, Juliet, Capulet-her father, Lady Capulet, Nurse to Juliet, Tybalt-kingsman to the Capulet's, Petrucio-Tybalt's companion, Capulet's Cousin, Sampson, Gregory, Peter, Escalus-Prince of Verona, Paris-The Prince's kingsman and Juliet's suitor, Mercutio-the prince's kingsman and Romeo's friend, Friar Lawrence, Friar John, Apothecary.

Good Parts In Book:

Mercutio: And so did I.

Romeo: Well, what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

Romeo: In bed asleep while they dream things true.

Mercutio: O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you... (Act.1 Scene.4)

Gregory: How? Turn thy back and run?

Sampson: Fear me not.

Gregory: No, marry I fear thee!

Sampson: Let su take the law of our sides; let them begin.

Gregory: I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.

Sampson: Nay, as t hey dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it. [He bites his thumb]

Abram: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abram: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson: [Aside to Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say "Ay"?

Gregory: [Aside to Sampson] No.

Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I do bite my thumb, sir.

Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?

Abram: Quarrel, sir? No sir.

Sampson: But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as a good man to you.

Abram: No better.

Sampson: Well, sir.

Enter Benvolio

Gregory: [Aside to Sampson] Say "better"; here comes one of my master's kingsmen.

Sampson: Yes, better, sir.

Abram: You lie.

Sampson: Draw if you be men.--Gregory, remember thy washing blow.

They Fight

Benvolio: Part, fools! [Drawing Sword] Put up your sword. You know not what you do.

Enter Tybalt

Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio; [and] look upon thy death.

Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.

Tybalt: What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee, coward!

They Fight (Act.1 Scene.1)