Romeo and Juliet Quotes

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes/ A pair of star-crossed lovers take their lives Chorus
That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet Juliet
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,/ My love as deep; the more I give to thee,/ The more I have, for both are infinite Juliet
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Montague
True, I talk of dreams,/ Which are the children of an idle brain. Mercutio
The hate I bear thee can afford/ No beter term than this- thou art a villan. Tybalt
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied/ With Romeo till I behold him-dead-/ Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed. Juliet
Ah, what an unkind hour/ Is guilty of this lamentable chance? Friar
Ladies that have their toes/ Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Capulet
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Romeo
When I have fought with the men,/ I will be cruel with the maids. Sampson
O, Swear not by the moon Juliet
Compare her face with some that I shall show,/ And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Benvolio
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/ will find me a grave man. Mercutio
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day./ It was the nightingale, and not the lark Juliet
These times of woe afford no time to woo Paris
My heart is wondrous light,/ Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed. Capulet
I shall never forget it; ‘Wilt thou not Jule?’ quoth he;/ And the pretty fool, it stinted and said ‘Ay.’ Nurse
Let Romeo hence in hase,/ Else, when he’s found, that hour is his last. Montague
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love./ Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate. Romeo
A plague o’ both your houses! Mercutio
if aught in this/ Miscarried by my fault, let my old life/ Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,/ Unto the rigor of severest law. Friar
Death lies on her like an untimely frost/ Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Capulet
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Chorus
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
Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears?/ Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Mercutio
I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. Juliet
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Romeo

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