"Romeo and Juliet" Vocabulary from Act 3

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting

Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

A plague o' both your houses!

That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

...Underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled

All the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished.

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!

More validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo.

Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.