MyladyMadam!I amtooboldForgettingany otherhome bythisThesunrisesJuliet iscalledawayIf thy bent oflove behonorable,thy purposemarriageThat monthlychanges inher circledorbGod ofmyidolatryTheexchange ofthy love’sfaithful vowfor mineLet me standhere til thourememberestIf thou meanestnot well…ceasethy suit andleave me to mygriefJuliet thinksRomeo ismoving toofastThey can’tlet go ofeach other’shandsAt lovers’perjuriesthey sayJove laughsTis twentyyears tilthenWhereforeart thouRomeo?Tis but thyname thatis myenemyAthousandtimesgoodnight!Romeoclimbs thebalconyJuliet runsto thedoor awayShe speaks,and yet shesays nothingI am afearedbeing innight, all thisis but adreamRomeoducksbehind thebushesI haveforgot whyI did callthee backWith love’slight wingsdid Io’erperchthese wallsCall me butlove and I’llbe newbaptizedMy bounty isas boundlessas the sea,my love asdeepDostthou loveme?Oh that Iwere aglove uponthat handMy ears havenot yet drunk100 words ofthat tongue’sutteranceTwo of thefairest starsin all theheavensFairMontagueDearsaintThis bud oflove bysummer’sripeningbreathThat which wecall a rose byany othername wouldsmell as sweetMyladyMadam!I amtooboldForgettingany otherhome bythisThesunrisesJuliet iscalledawayIf thy bent oflove behonorable,thy purposemarriageThat monthlychanges inher circledorbGod ofmyidolatryTheexchange ofthy love’sfaithful vowfor mineLet me standhere til thourememberestIf thou meanestnot well…ceasethy suit andleave me to mygriefJuliet thinksRomeo ismoving toofastThey can’tlet go ofeach other’shandsAt lovers’perjuriesthey sayJove laughsTis twentyyears tilthenWhereforeart thouRomeo?Tis but thyname thatis myenemyAthousandtimesgoodnight!Romeoclimbs thebalconyJuliet runsto thedoor awayShe speaks,and yet shesays nothingI am afearedbeing innight, all thisis but adreamRomeoducksbehind thebushesI haveforgot whyI did callthee backWith love’slight wingsdid Io’erperchthese wallsCall me butlove and I’llbe newbaptizedMy bounty isas boundlessas the sea,my love asdeepDostthou loveme?Oh that Iwere aglove uponthat handMy ears havenot yet drunk100 words ofthat tongue’sutteranceTwo of thefairest starsin all theheavensFairMontagueDearsaintThis bud oflove bysummer’sripeningbreathThat which wecall a rose byany othername wouldsmell as sweet

Zeffirelli's Balcony Scene - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. My lady
  2. Madam!
  3. I am too bold
  4. Forgetting any other home by this
  5. The sun rises
  6. Juliet is called away
  7. If thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage
  8. That monthly changes in her circled orb
  9. God of my idolatry
  10. The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine
  11. Let me stand here til thou rememberest
  12. If thou meanest not well…cease thy suit and leave me to my grief
  13. Juliet thinks Romeo is moving too fast
  14. They can’t let go of each other’s hands
  15. At lovers’ perjuries they say Jove laughs
  16. Tis twenty years til then
  17. Wherefore art thou Romeo?
  18. Tis but thy name that is my enemy
  19. A thousand times goodnight!
  20. Romeo climbs the balcony
  21. Juliet runs to the door away
  22. She speaks, and yet she says nothing
  23. I am afeared being in night, all this is but a dream
  24. Romeo ducks behind the bushes
  25. I have forgot why I did call thee back
  26. With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls
  27. Call me but love and I’ll be new baptized
  28. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep
  29. Dost thou love me?
  30. Oh that I were a glove upon that hand
  31. My ears have not yet drunk 100 words of that tongue’s utterance
  32. Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens
  33. Fair Montague
  34. Dear saint
  35. This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath
  36. That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet