Romeo and Juliet Quotes

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: thou art a villain Tybalt to Romeo
Ay, ay, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Mercutio to 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 shall find me a grave man. Mercutio to Romeo
O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper soft’ned valor’s steel! Romeo to himself
for Mercutio’s soul is 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 Tybalt
O, I am fortune’s fool Romeo to Benvolio
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;For thou wilt lie upon the wings of nightWhiter than new snow upon a raven’s back. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, 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. O, I have bought the mansion of a love Juliet to herself
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; and Tybalts dead, that would have slain my husband Juliet to Nurse
Affliction is enamored of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity Friar to Romeo
‘Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here, where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog and little mouse, every unworthy thing, live here in Heaven and may look on her; but Romeo may not Romeo to Friar
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel Romeo to Friar
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 to Friar
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled in all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not Capulet to Paris
O God I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, as one dad in the bottom of a tomb. Juliet to Romeo
Indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo till I behold him-dead- Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed. Madam, if you could find out but a man to bear a poison, I would temper it that Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors to hear him named and cannot come to him, to wreak the love I bore my cousin upon his body that hath slaughtered him! Juliet to Lady Capulet
Thank me no than kings, nor proud me no prods, but fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next to go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church, or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Capulet to Juliet
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. Look to’t, think on’t; I do not use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart advise. And you be mine, Ill give you to my friend; and you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, Ill ne’er acknowledge thee, nor what is mine shall never do thee good. Trust to’t. Bethink you. Ill not be forsworn. Capulet to Juliet
My husband is on earth, my faith in Heaven. How shall that faith return again to earth unless that husband send it me from Heaven by leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me. Juliet to Nurse
Hold daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent. Friar to Juliet
Ready to go but never to return. O son, the night before thy wedding day hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. 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 to Paris
Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument, and her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault and 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 Romeo
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, and in despite Ill cram thee with more food. Romeo to himself
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death’s pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt liest thou there in the bloody sheet? Romeo to Juliet
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 too, have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. Prince to Capulet and Montague
Likes to play dress-up in his moms clothes Ty Deemer

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