| “I hate the word [‘peace’],/ As I hate to hell all Montagues and thee….” Spoken by? To? | Tybalt, Benvolio |
| “Alas that love so gentle in his view/ Should be so tyrannous and rough to proof.” Spoken by? | Benvolio |
| “O heavy lightness, serious vanity,/Mis-shappen chaos of well-seeming forms,/ Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health./…This love fell I, that feel no love in this….” Name the speaker. | Romeo |
| “…woo her gentle Paris, get her heart,/ My will to her consent, is but a part,” Spoken by? | Lord Capulet |
| “Find them out whose names are written…I am sent to find those/ persons whose names are here writ, and never can find/ what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to/ the learned….” Spoken by? | Servant Peter |
| “[Marriage] is an honor that I dream not of.” Spoken by? To? | Juliet, Lady Capulet |
| “Younger than she [Juliet] are happy mothers made.” Name the speaker. | County Paris |
| “Well think of marriage now, younger/ than you…Ladies of esteem,,/ Are made already mothers….” Spoken by? To? | Lady Capulet, Juliet |
| “A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the / world. Why he’s a man of wax.” Spoken by? About? | Juliet’s Nurse, County Paris |
| “At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s,/ Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves:/…compare her face with some that I shall show,/ And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.” Name the speaker. | Benvolio |
| “If thy love be rough with you, be rough with love.” Spoken by? To? | Mercutio, Romeo |
| “…I talk of dreams:/ Which are the children of an idle brain,/ Begot of nothing but vain fantasy…” Name the speaker. | Mercutio |
| “…my mind misgives,/ Some consequence yet hanging in the stars,/ Shall bitterly begin his fearful date,/ With this night’s revels, and expire the term/ Of a despised life clos’d in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death.” Who’s ominous words are these? | Romeo |
| “…by the stock and honour of my kin,/ To stoke him [Romeo] dead, I hold it not a sin.” Name the speaker. | Tybalt |
| “..to say the truth, Verona brags of him,/ To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth:/ I would not for the wealth of all this town,/ Here in my house do him disparagement./ Therefor be patient, take no note of him.” Spoken by? To? | Lord Capulet, Tybalt |
| “So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,/ As yonder Lady o’er her fellows shows…/ Did my heart love till now, forswear it sight,/ For ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” Spoken by? About? | Romeo, Juliet |
| “O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.” Name the speaker. | Romeo |
| “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.” Name the speaker. | Juliet |
| “I will withdraw, but this intrusion [by Romeo] shall/ Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.” Name the speaker. | Tybalt |
| “I tell you, he that can lay hold of her [Juliet]/ Shall have the chinks.” Spoken by? To? | Juliet’s Nurse, Romeo |
| “You are a saucy boy/…This trick may chance to scathe you.” Spoken by? To? | Lord Capulet, Tybalt |
| “Peace, peace Mercutio, peace! Thou talk’st of nothing.” Spoken by? To? | Romeo, Mercutio |
| “And we mean well in going to this masque. But ’tis no wit to go.” Name the speaker. | Romeo |
| “And I might live to see thee married once,/ I have my wish.” Whose wish is this? | Juliet’s Nurse |
| “O calm dishonorable, wile sumbimmsion/ Alla stocatta caries it away./ Tybalt, you rat catcher, will you walk?” | Mercutio |
| “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.” | Mercutio |
| “He jests at scars that never felt a wound.” | Romeo |
| “I have n interest in your hate’s proceeding:/ My blood [Mercutio] for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding./ But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine,/ That you shall all repent this loss of mine.” | Prince Escalus |
| “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo!/ Deny thy father and refuse thy name!/ Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,/ And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” | Juliet |
| “There’s no trust,/ No faith, no honesty in men, all purger’d/ All forsworn , all naught, all dissemblers./ … Shame come to Romeo.” | Juliet’s Nurse |
| “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell just as sweet.” | Juliet |
| “Hie to your chamber, I’ll find Romeo/ To comfort you, I wot well where he is:/ Hark ye, Romeo will be here at night,/ I’ll to him, he is his in Lawrence’ cell.” | Juliet’s Nurse |
| “For stony limits cannot hold love out,? And what love can do, that dares love attempt” | Romeo |
| “Young men’s then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard/ Being in night, al this is but a dream,/ Too flattering sweet to be substantial.” | Romeo |
| “Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,/ That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” | Juliet |
| “Two…opposed kings encamp them still/ In men as well in herbs–grace and rude will;/ And where the worser is predominant,/ Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face,/ Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?/ Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,:/ Dove feather’d raven, wolfish-ravening lamb/ Despised substance of divinest show:/ Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st…” | Juliet |
| “In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;/ For this alliance may so happy prove/ To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!/ stabbed with a white wench’s black eye; shot through/ the ear with a love song; the very pin of his heart/ cleft with the blind bow boy’s butt-shaft; and is he a/ man to encounter Tybalt?” | Mercutio |
| “O, tell me Friar, tell me/ In what vile part of this anatomy/ Doth my name lodge? Tell me that I may sack/ The hateful mansion.” | Romeo |
| “Why, is this not better than groaning/ for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou/ Romeo; now art though what thou art, by art as well as/ by nature.” | Mercutio |
| “Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.” | Romeo |
| “Love heralds should be thoughts,/ Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams…But old folks, many feign as they were dead–/ Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as led.” | Juliet |
| “So smile the heavens upon this holy act/ That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “The sweetest honey/ Is loathsome in his own deliciousness/ And in the taste confounds the appetite./ Therefor love moderately; long love doth so:/ Too swift arrives as tardy too slow.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “A pack of blessings light upon thy back,/ Happiness courts thee in her best array,/ But like a misbehav’d and sullen wench,/ Though put test up thy fortune and thy love:/ Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them/ gaze. I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.” | Mercutio |
| “Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,/ I tell the what, get thee to a church a’ Thursday,/ Or never look me in the face.” | Lord Capulet |
| “No, [the wound] ’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.” | Mercutio |
| “O, I am Fortune’s fool!” | Romeo |
| “O God, I have an ill-divining soul,/ Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low,/ As one dead in the bottom of a tomb,/… thou look’st pale.” | Juliet |
| “I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;/ Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses./ Therefore use none.” | Prince Escalus |
| “O, I have bought the mansion of love,/ But not possessed it; and though I am sold,/ Not yet enjoyed. So tedious in this day/ As is the night before some festival/ To an impatient child that hath new robes/ And may not wear them.” | Juliet |
| “Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;/ But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.” | Romeo |
| “Then since the case so stand as now it doth,/ I think it best you married with the County,/ O he’s a lovely gentlemen:/ Romeo’s a dishclout to him….?” | Juliet’s Nurse |
| “There is no world without Verona walls,/ But purgatory, torture, hell itself./ Hence banished is banisht from the world…Though cuttst my head off with a golden axe/ And smiliest upon the stroke that murders me.” | Romeo |
| “…we can find time/ To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,/ Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back/ With twenty hundred thousand times more joy/ Than thou wentst forth in lamentation.” | Friar Lawrence |
| “I will make a desperate tender/ Of [Juliet’s] love. I think she will be ruled/ In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.” | Lord Capulet |
| “I must hear thee every day in the hour,? For in a minute there are many days./ O, by this count I shall be much in years/ Ere I again behold [you].” | Juliet |
| “O thinkst thou we shall ever meet again?” | Juliet |
| “I send to one in Mantua,/ Where that same banished runagate doth live,/ Shall give him such an accustomed dram;/ That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.” | Lady Capulet |
| “Proud I can never be of what I hate,/ But thankful even for hate that is meant love.” | Juliet |
| “I would the fool were married to her grave.” | Lady Capulet |
| “Is there no pity sitting in the clouds/ That sees into the bottom of my grief/…Delay this marriage…Or if you do not, make the bridal bed/ In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.” | Juliet |
| “If all else fails, myself have power to die.” | Juliet |
| “Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford/ No better term than this: thou art a villain.” | Tybalt |
| “Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?/ …Here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!” | Mercutio |
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December 24, 2019