BENVOLIO: Come on, Romeo, let's go. The best time to leave is when the game is at its height!
ROMEO: That's what I fear. It may already be too late...
CAPULET: No, gentlemen, don't leave now. We have a little dessert coming.
(Benvolio whispers something)
Is that so? Then I thank you, gentlemen. Come on, everyone, get to bed. It's getting late.
JULIET: Come here, nurse. Who's that gentleman?
NURSE: He's the son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET: Who's the one going out the door right now?
NURSE: That, I think, is young Petruchio.
JULIET: Who's the one following, the one who wouldn't dance?