CAPULET: What, man? It's not that long. Let the years fly by as they might, it's only been twenty five years.
CAPULET’S COUSIN: It's longer. Lucentio's son is older than that, sir. He's thirty years old now.
CAPULET: Are you really going to tell me that? His son was a minor only two years ago...
ROMEO: Who's that lady, whose beauty enriches the arm of that lucky knight?
SERVINGMAN: I don't know, sir.