ROMEO: I have been too sorely pierced with Cupid's arrows to soar with his wings. Being bound by love, I cannot bound away from my sorrows. I sink under love's heavy weight.
MERCUTIO: If you sink, then you drag love down...too rough a treatment for such a tender thing.
ROMEO: Is love a tender thing? It is rough, rowdy, and pricks like a thorn.
MERCUTIO: If love plays rough with you, play rough with love. If you prick love when love pricks you, you'll beat love down.
Give me a mask to put my face in; a mask to put over my other mask.
What do I care if some curious eye sees my flaws? Let this mask, with its black eyebrows, blush for me!
Come, knock and enter. As soon as we're in, let every man take to dancing.
ROMEO: I'll take a torch.