1 I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.
2 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
3 I would not for the world they saw thee here.
4 Hence banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death.
5 There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
6 Romeo is banished; and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.
7 The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
8 There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
9 I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world.
10 My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
11 If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
12 Come gentle night, come loving black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.