Romeo and Juliet Act 3 Quotes

Romeo to TybaltAct 3 Scene 1 Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore, farewell. I see thou know’st me not
Romeo to TybaltAct 3 Scene 1 I do protest I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst devise,Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet—which name I tenderAs dearly as my own—be satisfied.
Mercutio to Romeo/TybaltAct 3 Scene 1 I am hurt.A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.Is he gone and hath nothing?
Mercutio to RomeoAct 3 Scene 1 No, ’tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo to himselfAct 3 Scene 1 This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,My very friend, hath got his mortal hurtIn my behalf. My reputation stainedWith Tybalt’s slander.—Tybalt, that an hourHath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper softened valor’s steel!
Romeo to himselfAct 3 Scene 1 This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.This but begins the woe others must end.
Romeo to TybaltAct 3 Scene 1 Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain!Away to heaven, respective lenity,And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back againThat late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company.Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Romeo to himselfAct 3 Scene 1 Oh, I am fortune’s fool!
Prince to Montagues/CapuletsAct 3 Scene 1 And for that offenceImmediately we do exile him hence.I have an interest in your hearts’ proceeding.My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fineThat you shall all repent the loss of mine.I will be deaf to pleading and excuses.Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,Therefore use none.
Juliet to herselfAct 3 Scene 2 Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That runaways’ eyes may wink, and RomeoLeap to these arms, untalked of and unseen.Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy their own beauties, or, if love be blind,It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,And learn me how to lose a winning matchPlayed for a pair of stainless maidenhoods
Juliet to Nurse Act 3 Scene 2 What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?This torture should be roared in dismal hell.Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but “ay,”And that bare vowel I shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice
Juliet to Nurse Act 3 Scene 2 What storm is this that blows so contrary?Is Romeo slaughtered, and is Tybalt dead?My dearest cousin and my dearer lord?Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!For who is living if those two are gone?
Juliet to NurseAct 3 Scene 2 Blistered be thy tongueFor such a wish! He was not born to shame.Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit,For ’tis a throne where honor may be crowned.Sole monarch of the universal earth,Oh, what a beast was I to chide at him!
Juliet to NurseAct 3 Scene 2 “Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd.” That “banishèd,” that one word “banishèd”Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s deathWas woe enough, if it had ended there.Or, if sour woe delights in fellowshipAnd needly will be ranked with other griefs,Why followed not, when she said “Tybalt’s dead,””Thy father” or “thy mother,” nay, or both,Which modern lamentations might have moved?
Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 3 Scene 3 Romeo, come forth. Come forth, thou fearful man.Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,And thou art wedded to calamity.
Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 3 Scene 3 There is no world without Verona wallsBut purgatory, torture, hell itself.Hence “banishèd” is banished from the world,And world’s exile is death. Then “banishèd,”Is death mistermed. Calling death “banishment,”Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axAnd smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 3 Scene 3 ‘Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here,Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dogAnd little mouse, every unworthy thing,Live here in heaven and may look on her,But Romeo may not.
Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 3 Scene 3 A pack of blessings light upon thy back,Happiness courts thee in her best array, But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love.Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed.Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her.
Friar Lawrence to Romeo Act 3 Scene 3 Hold thy desperate hand.Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.Thy tears are womanish. Thy wild acts denoteThe unreasonable fury of a beast.Unseemly woman in a seeming man,And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
Capulet to ParisAct 3 Scene 4 Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily,That we have had no time to move our daughter.Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,And so did I. Well, we were born to die.’Tis very late. She’ll not come down tonight.I promise you, but for your company,I would have been abed an hour ago.
Capulet to ParisAct 3 Scene 4 Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon,O’ Thursday let it be.—O’ Thursday, tell her,She shall be married to this noble earl.—Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?We’ll keep no great ado, a friend or two.For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,It may be thought we held him carelessly,Being our kinsman, if we revel much.
Romeo to JulietAc t 3 Scene 5 More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
Juliet to RomeoAct 3 Scene 5 O God, I have an ill-divining soul.Methinks I see thee now, thou art so lowAs one dead in the bottom of a tomb.Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale
Juliet to RomeoAct 3 Scene 5 O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.If thou art fickle, what dost thou with himThat is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.
Juliet to Lady CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Villain and he be many miles asunder.God pardon him! I do, with all my heart,And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
Juliet to Lady CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Indeed, I never shall be satisfiedWith Romeo, till I behold him—dead—Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.
Juliet to Lady CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Madam, if you could find out but a manTo bear a poison, I would temper it,That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,Soon sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhorsTo hear him named, and cannot come to him.To wreak the love I bore my cousinUpon his body that slaughtered him!
Juliet to Lady CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,He shall not make me there a joyful bride.I wonder at this haste, that I must wedEre he, that should be husband, comes to woo.I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swearIt shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
Lady Cpaulet to CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.I would the fool were married to her grave!
Capulet to JulietAct 3 Scene 5 Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,Or never after look me in the face.Speak not. Reply not. Do not answer me.My fingers itch.
Juliet to Lady CapuletAct 3 Scene 5 Is there no pity sitting in the cloudsThat sees into the bottom of my grief?—O sweet my mother, cast me not away!Delay this marriage for a month, a week.Or, if you do not, make the bridal bedIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies
Juliet to NurseAct 3 Scene 5 O God!—O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.How shall that faith return again to earth,Unless that husband send it me from heavenBy leaving earth? Comfort me. Counsel me.—Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagemsUpon so soft a subject as myself.
Juliet to herselfAct 3 Scene 5 Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongueWhich she hath praised him with above compareSo many thousand times? Go, counselor.Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.If all else fail, myself have power to die.