English Final: Romeo and Juliet Quotations

Prince Verona “Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace… Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground… If you ever disturb our streets again your lives shall pay.”
Benvolio “Close fighting ere did I approach. I drew to part them. In an instant came the fiery Tybalt.”
Romeo “O loving hate, O anything of nothing… O heavy lightness… Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health.”
Benvolio “Be ruled by me: forget to think of her… Examine other beauties.”
Romeo “With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”
Juliet “O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?… What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Friar “For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part being tested stays all the senses with the heart.”
Friar “For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, till Holy Church incorporate two in one.”
Lord Capulet “For the sunset of my brother’s son, it rains downright.. What, still on tears?.. Disobedient wretch!… Get thee to a Church on Thursday or never look me in the face.”
Juliet “Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguiled. Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled. He made you for a highway to my bed, but I, a maid, die maiden widowed.”
Romeo “There is no world without Verona walls… Heaven is here where Juliet lives… And sayest thou yet that exile is not death?”
Friar “Thy Juliet is alive… Tybalt would kill thee, but thou slew’st Tybalt… The law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns into exile…”
Lord Capulet “Death lies on her like an ultimately frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
Friar “Dry up your tears and stick your Rosemary on this fair course (sic)…”
Romeo “I defy you stars!”
Romeo “Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death forged with the dearest morsel on the earth. Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open.”
Lord Capulet “As such shall Romeo’s by his fair lady’s lie poor sacrifice for our enmity.”
Friar “Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood the letter was not nice but full of charge, of dear import, and the neglecting it may do much danger..”
Paris “Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.. Whistle then to me, as signal that you hear’st something approach. Give me those flowers.”
Paris “Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death?”
Juliet “Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Happy some poison yet doth hang on them…”
Prince Verona “This letter doth make good the friar’s words. Their curse of love, the tidings of her death, and here he writes that he did buy a poison… See what a scourge is laid upon your hate.”

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