Romeo and Juliet Quotes Act 3

I pray thee, good Mercutio lt’s retire. The day is hot, the Capels are abroad, And if we meet, we shall not ‘scape a brawl. Act 3 Scene 1 Benvolio: Foreshadowing
Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better them than this: thou art a villain. Act 3 Scene 1 Tybalt: Metaphor, Hyperbole
I do protest I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devide Till thou shalt know the reason of my love; And so, good Capulet, which name I tender as dearly as mine own, be satisfied. Act 3 Scene 1 Romeo: Dramatic Irony
Ask me for tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague a’ both your houses! … Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Act 3 Scene 1 Mercutio: Pun; foreshadowing, rhetorical question
Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back again That late you gavest me; 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. Act 3 Scene 1 Romeo: Metaphor, figurative language, foreshadowing, imagery
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Elese when he is found, that hour is his last. Act 3 Scene 1 Prince: Hyperbole, couplet, personification, alliteration
O serpent heart, hid with a flow’ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! Act 3 Scene 2 Juliet: Oxymorons, rhetorical question, metaphor
There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banished from the world, And the world’s exile is death. Then “banished” Is my death mis-termed. Calling death “banished,” Thou cut’st my head off witha golden ax And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. Act 3 Scene 3 Romeo: Hyperbole, allusion, repetition, imagery, metaphor
What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juleit is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slewest Tybalt. There art thou happy. The law, that threatened death, becomes thy friend And turns in to exile. There art thou happy. A pack of blessings light upon thy back. Act 3 Scene 3 Friar Lawrence: Repetition, parallel structure, personification
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Act 3 Scene 5 Lady Capulet: Pun, epithet
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Act 3 Scene 5 Juliet: Antithesis, parallel structure
And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; And you not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For by my soul, I ne’er acknowledge thee. Act 3 Scene 5 Capulet: Parallel structure, repetition
I think it is best you married with the county… I think you are happy in the second match, For it excels your first; or if it did not, Your first is dead—or ’twere as good he were As living here and you no use to him. Act 3 Scene 5 Nurse: Parallel structure, dramatic irony

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