| Abraham | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
| Prince | If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace |
| Capulet | My child is yet a stranger in the world;She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;Let two more summers wither in their pride;Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride |
| Benvolio | Compare her face with some that I shall showAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow |
| Romeo | Is love a tender thing? It is too roughToo rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn |
| Mercutio | True, I talk of dreamsWhich are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the airAnd more inconstant than the wind |
| Romeo | Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night |
| Romeo | Is she a Capulet?O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt |
| Juliet | My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy |
| Romeo | He hears at scars that never felt a woundBut soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun |
| Juliet | What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet |
| Juliet | Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow… |
| Friar Laurence | …young men’s love then liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes |
| Juliet | O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? |
| Friar Laurence | These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powderWhich as they kiss consume; the sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the appetite;Therefore love moderately; long love doth so |
| Juliet | They are but beggars that can count their worth;But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up some of half my wealth |
| Prince | And for that offenseImmediately we do exile him hence… |
| Mercutio | A plague on both your houses |
| Romeo | It was a lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingaleNight’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops |
| Friar Laurence | Hold, get you gone, be strong and prosperousIn this resolve; I’ll send a friar with speedTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord |
| Capulet | Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field |
| Romeo | O mischief, thou art swiftTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men! |
| Juliet | Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! |
| Prince | Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill you joys with love |
| Romeo | O, I am fortune’s fool! |
| Romeo | Then I defy you, stars! |
Famous Quotes from Romeo and Juliet
September 13, 2019