Two things about Romeo & Juliet really bug me. (Actually, that’s a lie. Almost everything about that play annoys me beyond measure, the exception being the actual poetry, some of which is stunning. It’s only slightly less silly than Doctor Faustus, which is a very silly play.)
But two things stand out as bug-tastic.
1. “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Let’s get this absolutely clear. She’s not asking where he is. She wants to know why he is that particular person, whose family is at war with hers. The question could be rephrased as follows -
Why in the name of Rubbery Thomas of Ladcaster did I have to go and fall in fatuous teen lust with the one person my entire extended clan would least wish to see me walk down the aisle with? Couldn’t you have been an itinerant ferret-swallower? Oh, God, it’s all so unfair! I need Haagen Dasz. 