NURSE: Oh, Tybalt, Tybalt, he was the best friend I had. A courteous, honorable gentleman.
I wish I hadn't lived long enough to see him die.
JULIET: What disaster is this? Is Romeo slain, and is Tybalt dead, too? Tybalt was my dearest cousin. Romeo, my husband, even dearer.
Let the trumpets play the song of doom because who can be alive if those two are gone?
NURSE: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo is banished. Romeo killed Tybalt, and his punishment was banishment.
JULIET: Oh God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
NURSE: It did, it did. Curse the day it happened, but it did.
JULIET: Oh, what a serpent Romeo is–and disguised as a flower! Did a dragon ever hide in such a beautiful cave? Beautiful tyrant! Fiendish angel! A sweet lamb that preys like a wolf!
Oh, that such a hateful man could appear so divine...he's exactly the opposite of what he seemed!
He's both damned and a saint; both honorable and a villain. Oh nature, what business did you have in hell?
How could you plant the soul of a devil in the body of an angel? Was there ever such an evil book with such a beautiful cover?