O brother Montague, give me thy hand. 5.3.295
"fair Verona" Prologue, 2
"Old Montague" 1.1.75
“my noble uncle” 1.1.141
“Of honourable reckoning” 1.2.4
“O brother Montague” 5.3.295
"Black and portentous must this humour prove
Unless good counsel may the cause remove." 1.1.139-140
Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague,
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love;
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d. 5.3.290-4