Romeo and Juliet Possible Quotes

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.’A bears him like a portly gentleman,And, to say truth, Verona brags of himTo be virtuous and well-governed youth.I would not for the wealth of all this townHere in my house do him disparagement. Capulet to TyboltAct 1, scene 5 – line 63
O, She doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightAs a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear– RomeoAct 1, Scene 5 – line 42.
My will to her consent is but a part.An she agreed within her scope of choice,Lies my consent and fair according voice.This night I hold an old accustomed feast,Whereto I have invited many a guestSuch as I love. And you among the store,One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Capulet to ParisAct 1, Scene 2 – Line 17
What drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Tybalt to RomeoAct 1, Scene 1 – line 61
My mind misgivesSome consequence yet hanging in the starsShall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night’s revels and expire the termOf a despised life, closed in my breast,By some vile forfeit of untimely death. RomeoAct 1, Scene 4 – line 106
With Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, …O, she is rich in beauty; only poorThat, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Romeo to Benvolio about RosalineAct 1, Scene 1 – line 199
My only love, sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to meThat I must love a loathed enemy Juliet to NurseAct 1, Scene 5 – Line 137
If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Romeo to JulietAct 1, Scene 5 – line 92
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streetsAnd made Verona’s ancient citizensCast by their grave-beseeming ornaments,To wield old partisans in hands as old,Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Prince to a lot of peopleAct 1, Scene 1 – line 80
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,O anything, of nothing first created!O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms Romeo to BenvolioAct 1, Scene 1 – Line 162
It is an honor that I dream not of. Juliet to Lady Capulet, NurseAct 1, Scene 3 – line 66
Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light Romeo to BenvolioAct 1, Scene 5 – line 11
Patience perforce with willful choler meetingMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall. Tybalt to CapuletAct 1, Scene 5 – line 88
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,And young affection gapes to be his heir.That fair for which love groaned for and would dieWith tender Juliet matched, is now not fair.Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,Alike bewitchèd by the charm of looks,But to his foe supposed he must complain,And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks.Being held a foe, he may not have accessTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear.And she as much in love, her means much lessTo meet her new beloved anywhere.But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.v ChorusAct 2, Prologue – line 1
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – line 1
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with grief,That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. RomeoAct 2, Scene 2- line 2
She speaks.O, speak again, bright angel! For thou artAs glorious to this night, being o’er my head,As is a wingèd messenger of heavenUnto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-puffing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air. Romeo (Aside)Act 2, Scene 2 – Line 25
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. JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 33
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet. Juliet Act 2, Scene 2 – Line 38
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,And the place death, considering who thou art,If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Juliet to RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – line 62
With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. Romeo to JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – line 62
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity. Romeo to JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – line 71
By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as farAs that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,I would adventure for such merchandise. Romeo to JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 80
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke. But farewell compliment!Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “ay,”And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’stThou mayst prove false. ….If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, Juliet to RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 85
Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops— Romeo to JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 107
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circle orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Juliet to RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 109
Do not swear at all.Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,Which is the god of my idolatry,And I’ll believe thee. Juliet to RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – Line 113
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?(What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?)Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine Romeo, JulietAct 2, Scene 2 – line 125
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thy bent of love be honorable,Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrowBy one that I’ll procure to come to theeWhere and what time thou wilt perform the rite,And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll layAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world. Juliet to RomeoAct 2, Scene 2 – line 142
Within the infant rind of this small flowerPoison hath residence and medicine power.For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.Two such opposèd kings encamp them still,In man as well as herbs—grace and rude will. Friar LawrenceAct 2, Scene 3 – Line 23
Therefore thy earliness doth me assureThou art uproused by some distemperature.Or if not so, then here I hit it right:Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 2, Scene 3 – Line 39
With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No.I have forgot that name and that name’s woe. Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 2, Scene 3 – Line 45
Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is setOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet.As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,And all combined, save what thou must combineBy holy marriage. When and where and howWe met, we wooed and made exchange of vow,I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray:That thou consent to marry us today. Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 2, Scene 3 – Line 57
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.Jesu Maria, what a deal of brineHath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 2, Scene 3 – Line 65
Not in a grave,To lay one in, another out to have. Friar Lawrence to Romeo(Although Friar Lawrence wanted Romeo to stop obsessing over Rosaline, he didn’t want him to get rid of one love and replace her with another)Act 2, Scene 3 – Line 83
More than Prince of Cats. Oh, he’s the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests—one, two, and the third in your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button, a duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hai! Mercutio to Benvolio about TybaltAct 2, Scene 4 – line 18
Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,Hath sent a letter to his father’s house. Benvolio to MercutioAct 2, Scene 4 – line 6
Pray you, sir, a word. And as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out. What she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say. For the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Nurse to RomeoAct 2, Scene 4 – line 152
Bid her deviseSome means to come to shrift this afternoon.And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cellBe shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. Romeo to NurseAct 2, Scene 4 – line 168
And stay, good Nurse. Behind the abbey wallWithin this hour my man shall be with theeAnd bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,Which to the high top-gallant of my joyMust be my convoy in the secret night.Farewell. Be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains.Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress. Romeo to NurseAct 2, Scene 4 – line 175
O God, she comes.—O honey Nurse, what news?Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Juliet to NurseAct 2, Scene 5- line 18
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’s cell.There stays a husband to make you a wife.Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.Hie you to church. I must another wayTo fetch a ladder, by the which your loveMust climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.I am the drudge and toil in your delight,But you shall bear the burden soon at night.Go. I’ll to dinner. Hie you to the cell. Nurse to JulietAct 2, Scene 5, line 68
Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can,It cannot countervail the exchange of joyThat one short minute gives me in her sight.Do thou but close our hands with holy words,Then love-devouring death do what he dare;It is enough I may but call her mine. Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 2, Scene 6 – line 3
‘This violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which 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.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.’ Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 2, Scene 6 – Line 9
I pray thee, good _(Insert Name)__, let’s retire.The day is hot; the Capulets, abroad;And if we meet we shall not ‘scape a brawl,For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Benvolio to MercutioAct 3, Scene 1 – line 1
We talk here in the public haunt of men.Either withdraw unto some private place,And reason coldly of your grievances,Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us. Benvolio to Mercutio, TybaltAct 3, Scene 1 – Line 46
Romeo, the love I bear thee can affordNo better term than this: thou art a villain. Tybalt to RomeoAct 3, Scene 1 – line 57
__(insert name)__, 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 – line 58
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. Romeo to TybaltAct 3, Scene 1 – line 64
I am hurt.A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.Is he gone and hath nothing? Mercutio to Benvolio, (Romeo?)Act 3, Scene 1 – line 86
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Mercutio to Benvolio/RomeoAct 3, Scene 1 – line 88
Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much. Romeo to MercutioAct 3, Scene 1 – line 90
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. Mercutio to RomeoAct 3, Scene 1 – line 91
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! RomeoAct 3, Scene 1 – line 103
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 TybaltAct 3, Scene 1 – line 116
O noble prince, I can discover allThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio….Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay.Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethinkHow nice the quarrel was and urged withalYour high displeasure. All this utteredWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed,Could not take truce with the unruly spleenOf Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tiltsWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beatsCold death aside and with the other sendsIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,Retorts it. Romeo, he cries aloud,”Hold, friends! Friends, part!” and, swifter than his tongue,His agile arm beats down their fatal points,And ‘twixt them rushes—underneath whose armAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the lifeOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.But by and by comes back to Romeo,Who had but newly entertained revenge,And to ‘t they go like lightning, for ere ICould draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain.And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. Benvolio to PrinceAct 3, Scene 1 – line 135, 145
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. Prince to MontagueAct 3, Scene 1 – line 180
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!Despisèd substance of divinest show,Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st.A damnèd saint, an honorable villain!O nature, what hadst thou to do in hellWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiendIn moral paradise of such sweet flesh?Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? Oh, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace! JulietAct 3, Scene 2 – Line 73
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?That villain cousin would have killed my husband.Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring.Your tributary drops belong to woe,Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then?Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,That murdered me. I would forget it fain,But oh, it presses to my memory,Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds.”Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd.”That “banishèd,” that one word “banishèd” JulietAct 3, Scene 2 – line 100
Ha, banishment! Be merciful, say “death,”For exile hath more terror in his look,Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.” Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 3, Scene 3 – line 12
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,”…’Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here,Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 3, Scene 3- line 17
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,An hour but married, Tybalt murderèd,Doting like me, and like me banishèd,Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hairAnd fall upon the ground, as I do now,Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Romeo to Friar LawrenceAct 3, Scene 3 – line 64
Oh, he is even in my mistress’ case,Just in her case. O woeful sympathy,Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.Stand up, stand up. Stand, an you be a man.For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.Why should you fall into so deep an O? Nurse to Friar Lawrence, RomeoAct 3, Scene 3 – line 84
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!Thou hast amazed me. By my holy order,I thought thy disposition better tempered.Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself,And slay thy lady that in thy life livesBy doing damnèd hate upon thyself?Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meetIn thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose?Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit,Which, like a usurer, abound’st in allAnd usest none in that true use indeedWhich should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,Digressing from the valor of a man;Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish;Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,Misshapen in the conduct of them both,Like powder in a skill-less soldier’s flask,Is set afire by thine own ignorance;And thou dismembered with thine own defence.What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive,For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead—There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,But thou slew’st Tybalt—there art thou happy.The law that threatened death becomes thy friendAnd turns it to exile—there art thou happy.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.But look thou stay not till the watch be set,For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,Where thou shalt live, till we can find a timeTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee backWith twenty hundred thousand times more joyThan thou went’st forth in lamentation.—Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady,And bid her hasten all the house to bed,Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.Romeo is coming. Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 3, Scene 3 – line 108
Go hence. Good night. And here stands all your state:Either be gone before the watch be set,Or by the break of day disguised from hence.Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,And he shall signify from time to timeEvery good hap to you that chances here.Give me thy hand. ‘Tis late. Farewell, good night. Friar Lawrence to RomeoAct 3, Scene 3 – line 166
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.Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? Capulet to ParisAct 3, Scene 4 – line 20
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Juliet to RomeoAct 3, Scene 5 – line 1
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Romeo to JulietAct 3, Scene 5 – line 6
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 – line 54
Indeed, I never shall be satisfiedWith Romeo, till I behold him—dead—Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.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 – line 94
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! Juliet to Lady CapuletACt 3, scene 5 – line 117
Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,Unworthy as she is, that we have wroughtSo worthy a gentleman to be her bride? Capulet to Lady Capulet/JulietAct 3, Scene 5- line 142
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. Capulet to JulietAct 3, Scene 5 – line 161
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Lady Capulet to JulietAct 3, Scene 5 – line 204
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. Juliet (To Nurse?)Act 3, Scene 5 – line 236
Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consentTo marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.Take thou this vial, being then in bed,And this distillèd liquor drink thou off,When presently through all thy veins shall runA cold and drowsy humor, for no pulseShall keep his native progress, but surcease.No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest.The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fadeTo paly ashes, thy eyes’ windows fallLike death when he shuts up the day of life.Each part, deprived of supple government,Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death.And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk deathThou shalt continue two and forty hours,And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comesTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.Then, as the manner of our country is,In thy best robes uncovered on the bierThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vaultWhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,And hither shall he come, and he and IWill watch thy waking, and that very nightShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.And this shall free thee from this present shame,If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,Abate thy valor in the acting it. Friar Lawrence to JulietAct 4, Scene 1 – line 89
Where I have learned me to repent the sinOf disobedient oppositionTo you and your behests, and am enjoinedBy holy Lawrence to fall prostrate hereTo beg your pardon. (falls to her knees)Pardon, I beseech you!Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. Juliet to CapuletAct 4, Scene 2 – Line 16
Send for the county. Go tell him of this.I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. Capulet to (Nurse? Juliet?) (I thought it was Lady Capulet…)Uh oh….Act 4, Scene 2- line 22
Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all?Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?No, no. This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.What if it be a poison, which the friarSubtly hath ministered to have me dead,Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoredBecause he married me before to Romeo?I fear it is. And yet, methinks, it should not,For he hath still been tried a holy man.How if, when I am laid into the tomb,I wake before the time that RomeoCome to redeem me? There’s a fearful point.Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vaultTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?Or, if I live, is it not very likeThe horrible conceit of death and night,Together with the terror of the place—As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,Where for these many hundred years the bonesOf all my buried ancestors are packed;Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,At some hours in the night spirits resort—?Alack, alack, is it not like that I,So early waking, what with loathsome smells,And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,That living mortals, hearing them, run mad—Oh, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,Environèd with all these hideous fears,And madly play with my forefather’s joints,And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud,And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?Oh, look! Methinks I see my cousin’s ghostSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here’s drink. I drink to thee. JulietAct 4, Scene 3 – Line 20
Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her, she.—Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,The County Paris hath set up his restThat you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!Ay, let the county take you in your bed.He’ll fright you up, i’ faith. Will it not be?What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!—Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady! NurseAct 4, Scene 5 – line 1
“Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir, My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,And leave him all-life, living, all is Death’s” Capulet Act 4, Scene 5- line 38
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,And all this day an unaccustomed spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think—And breathed such life with kisses in my lipsThat I revived and was an emperor.Ah me! How sweet is love itself possessedWhen but love’s shadows are so rich in joy! RomeoAct 5, Scene 1 – line 1
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument,And her immortal part with angels lives.I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vaultAnd presently took post to tell it you.O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,Since you did leave it for my office, sir. Balthasar to RomeoAct 5, Scene 1- line 17
Is it e’en so? Then I defy you, stars!Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,And hire post horses. I will hence tonight. Romeo to BalthasarAct 5, Scene 1 – line 24
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.Let’s see for means. O mischief, thou art swiftTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men!I do remember an apothecary—And hereabouts he dwells—which late I notedIn tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows,Culling of simples. Meager were his looks,Sharp misery had worn him to the bones,And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,An alligator stuffed, and other skinsOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelvesA beggarly account of empty boxes,Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,Were thinly scattered to make up a show.Noting this penury, to myself I said,”An if a man did need a poison now”—Whose sale is present death in Mantua—”Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.”Oh, this same thought did but forerun my need,And this same needy man must sell it me.As I remember, this should be the house.Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.What, ho! Apothecary! RomeoAct 5, Scene 1 – line 32
Going to find a barefoot brother out,One of our order, to associate me,Here in this city visiting the sick,And finding him, the searchers of the town,Suspecting that we both were in a houseWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth.So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed. Friar John to Friar LawrenceAct 5, Scene 2- line 5
This is that banished haughty Montague,That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief,It is supposed the fair creature died.And here is come to do some villainous shameTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague!Can vengeance be pursued further than death?Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee.Obey and go with me, for thou must die. Paris to RomeoAct 5, Scene 3 – line 49
Oh, I am slain! If thou be merciful,Open the tomb. Lay me with Juliet. Paris to RomeoAct 5, Scene 3 – line 73
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.—Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?O, what more favor can I do to thee,Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twainTo sunder his that was thine enemy?Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet,Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believeThat unsubstantial death is amorous,And that the lean abhorrèd monster keepsThee here in dark to be his paramour?For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,And never from this palace of dim nightDepart again. Here, here will I remainWith worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death.Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.Thou desperate pilot, now at once run onThe dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.Here’s to my love! (drinks the poison) O true apothecary,Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. RomeoAct 5, Scene 3 – line 93
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead,And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of theeAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns.Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay. Friar Lawrence to JulietAct 3, Scene 5 – 151
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly dropTo help me after? I will kiss thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,To make me die with a restorative….Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die. JulietAct 5, Scene 3 – line 162
Pitiful sight! Here lies the county slain,And Juliet bleeding, warm and newly dead,Who here hath lain these two days buried.—Go, tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets.Raise up the Montagues.Some others search. Chief watchman to watchmenAct 5, Scene 3 – line 174
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath.What further woe conspires against mine age? Montague to PrinceAct 5, Scene 3 – line 210
I will be brief, for my short date of breathIs not so long as is a tedious tale.Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife.I married them, and their stol’n marriage dayWas Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely deathBanished the new-made bridegroom from the city—For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.You, to remove that siege of grief from her,Betrothed and would have married her perforceTo County Paris. Then comes she to me,And with wild looks bid me devise some meanTo rid her from this second marriage,Or in my cell there would she kill herself.Then gave I her, so tutored by my art,A sleeping potion, which so took effectAs I intended, for it wrought on herThe form of death.Meantime I writ to Romeo,That he should hither come as this dire night,To help to take her from her borrowed grave,Being the time the potion’s force should cease.But he which bore my letter, Friar John,Was stayed by accident, and yesternightReturned my letter back. Then all aloneAt the prefixèd hour of her wakingCame I to take her from her kindred’s vault,Meaning to keep her closely at my cellTill I conveniently could send to Romeo,But when I came, some minute ere the timeOf her awakening, here untimely layThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.She wakes, and I entreated her come forth,And bear this work of heaven with patience.But then a noise did scare me from the tomb,And she, too desperate, would not go with me,But, as it seems, did violence on herself.All this I know, and to the marriageHer Nurse is privy. And if aught in thisMiscarried by my fault, let my old lifeBe sacrificed some hour before his timeUnto the rigor of severest law. Friar Lawrence to PrinceAct 5, Scene 3- line 230
his letter doth make good the friar’s words,Their course of love, the tidings of her death.And here he writes that he did buy a poisonOf a poor ‘pothecary, and therewithalCame to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.Where be these enemies?—Capulet! Montague!See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!And I, for winking at your discords, tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. Prince to Capulet, MontagueAct 5, Scene 3 – line 286

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