1 Had I it written, I would tear the word.
2 Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
3 Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.
4 Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
5 Gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.
6 Bid a sick man in sadness make his will, A word ill urg'd to one that is so ill.
7 Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
8 I stretch it out for that word broad, which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
9 Romeo is banished, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death, no words can that woe sound.
10 I'll give thee armour to keep off that word, Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
11 Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself.
12 Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Or save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest Up to the ears.
13 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.
14 Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate.