Romeo and Juliet quotes

I pray thee, good Mercutio, 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
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford, No better term than this — thou art a villain Tybalt
The reason I have to love thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage, To such a greeting: a villain I am none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not Romeo
I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou cans’t devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet — which name I tender, As dearly as my own — be satisfied Romeo
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! The prince expressly hath Forbidden handying in Verona streets Romeo
Hold I am hurt. A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped. Mercutio
No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough, t’will serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man Mercutio
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel! Romeo
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child! O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is split O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague, O cousin, cousin! Lady Capulet
Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Prince
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun Juliet
I have bought the mansion of love, But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy’d; so tedious is this day As the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them Juliet
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I. Juliet
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes — God save the mark!– here on his manly breast; A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse Nurse
Blister’d be thy tongue For 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 crown’d Sole monarch of the universal earth. O what a beast was I to chide at him! Juliet
O, find him! Give this ring to my true knight, and bid him come to take his last farewell Juliet
A gentler judgement vanish’d from his lips, Not body’s death, but body’s banishment. Friar Lawrence
Ha, banishment! Be merciful, say ‘death’; For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say banishment. Romeo
There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself Romeo
Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering, Stand up, stand up, stand, and you be a man: For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand Nurse
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 are thou happy too: The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back. Friar Lawrence
O she says nothing sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Nurse
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 Friar Lawrence
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? Lord Capulet
My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow Paris
‘Tis very late, she’ll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago… I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew’d up to her heaviness Lord Capulet
These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam good night: commend me to your daughter Paris
Farewell, farewell! One kiss and I’ll descend Romeo
O God I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou looks’t pale Juliet
Well girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death, As that the villain which slaughter’d him. Lady Capulet
I’ll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banished runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Lady Capulet
Indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo, till I behold him -dead- is my poor heart for a kinsman vex’d Juliet
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 wed Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo Juliet
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave Lady Capulet
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart, advise.An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good. Trust to ‘t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn. Lord Capulet
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Lady Capulet
Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Chorus
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage to part these men with me. Benvolio
You men, you beasts. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins! Prince
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will. Ah word ill urged to one that is so ill. In sadness cousin, I do love a woman. Romeo
But saying o’er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. Lord Capulet
Go sirrah, trudge about, find those persons out whose names are written there, and to them say my house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Lord Capulet
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s sups the fair Rosaline who thou so loves; with all the admired beauties of Verona. Go tither, and with unattained eye compare her face with some that I shall show. And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Benvolio
Marry that “marry” is the very thing I came to talk of. Tell me Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married? Lady Capulet
I fear, too early; for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin this fearful date With this night’s revels and expire the term Of despised life, closed in my breast. By some vile forfeit of untimely death Romeo
He shall be endured. What Goodman boy! I say he shall. Go to! Am I the master here, or you? Go to! You’ll make a mutiny among my guests! Lord Capulet
I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall. Tybalt
My grave is like to be my wedding bed Juliet
Immoderately, she weeps for Tybalt’s death Paris
Thy face is mine, and thou hast sland’red it Paris
I long to die if what thou speak’st speak not of remedy Juliet
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade to wanny ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall lie death when he shuts up the day of life. Friar Lawrence
Well he may chance to do some good on her. A peevish, self-willed harlotry it is. Lord Capulet
Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you! Juliet
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day that ever ever I did yet behold. Nurse
O son, the night before thy wedding day hath death lain with thy wife. There she lies, flower as she was, deflowered by him. Lord Capulet
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument, and her immortal part with angels lives. Balthasar
Well Juliet,I will lie with thee tonight. Let’s see for means. O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, and hereabouts ‘a dwells Romeo
Put this in any liquid thing you will and drink it off, and if you had the strength of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Apothecary
I could not send it – here it is again – nor get a messenger to bring it thee, so fearful were they of infection Friar John
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. Friar Lawrence
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew, O woe! They canopy is dust and stones, which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Paris
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry in what I farther shall intend to do, by heaven I will tear thee joint by joint and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. Romeo
I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp’rate man. Fie hence and leave me. Romeo
O I am slain! If thou be merciful, open the tomb,lay me with Juliet. Paris
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Romeo
Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death! Romeo
Come, I’ll dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Friar Lawrence
Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. 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. Prince
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo Prince

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