This bud oflove bysummer’sripeningbreathTheexchange ofthy love’sfaithful vowfor mineTis twentyyears tilthenFairMontagueI am afearedbeing innight, all thisis but adreamThesunrisesI amtooboldMy bounty isas boundlessas the sea,my love asdeepWith love’slight wingsdid Io’erperchthese wallsGod ofmyidolatryDearsaintJuliet thinksRomeo ismoving toofastDostthou loveme?If thou meanestnot well…ceasethy suit andleave me to mygriefLet me standhere til thourememberestRomeoclimbs thebalconyCall me butlove and I’llbe newbaptizedMyladyTis but thyname thatis myenemyThat monthlychanges inher circledorbForgettingany otherhome bythisI haveforgot whyI did callthee backAt lovers’perjuriesthey sayJove laughsThey can’tlet go ofeach other’shandsShe speaks,and yet shesays nothingJuliet iscalledawayAthousandtimesgoodnight!Whereforeart thouRomeo?Oh that Iwere aglove uponthat handMadam!Two of thefairest starsin all theheavensMy ears havenot yet drunk100 words ofthat tongue’sutteranceJuliet runsto thedoor awayRomeoducksbehind thebushesThat which wecall a rose byany othername wouldsmell as sweetIf thy bent oflove behonorable,thy purposemarriageThis bud oflove bysummer’sripeningbreathTheexchange ofthy love’sfaithful vowfor mineTis twentyyears tilthenFairMontagueI am afearedbeing innight, all thisis but adreamThesunrisesI amtooboldMy bounty isas boundlessas the sea,my love asdeepWith love’slight wingsdid Io’erperchthese wallsGod ofmyidolatryDearsaintJuliet thinksRomeo ismoving toofastDostthou loveme?If thou meanestnot well…ceasethy suit andleave me to mygriefLet me standhere til thourememberestRomeoclimbs thebalconyCall me butlove and I’llbe newbaptizedMyladyTis but thyname thatis myenemyThat monthlychanges inher circledorbForgettingany otherhome bythisI haveforgot whyI did callthee backAt lovers’perjuriesthey sayJove laughsThey can’tlet go ofeach other’shandsShe speaks,and yet shesays nothingJuliet iscalledawayAthousandtimesgoodnight!Whereforeart thouRomeo?Oh that Iwere aglove uponthat handMadam!Two of thefairest starsin all theheavensMy ears havenot yet drunk100 words ofthat tongue’sutteranceJuliet runsto thedoor awayRomeoducksbehind thebushesThat which wecall a rose byany othername wouldsmell as sweetIf thy bent oflove behonorable,thy purposemarriage

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