Romeo and Juliet Quotes (Sklar)

We are undone, lady, we are undone! Alack the day! He’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead! Nurse
There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjuredAll forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers Nurse
A plague a both your houses!They have made worms’ meat of me. Mercutio
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. Friar Lawrence
Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,So soon forsaken? Friar Lawrence
What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee; Benvolio; look upon thy death. Tybalt
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,To beautify him only lacks a cover. Lady Capulet
No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men. Nurse
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Juliet
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I’ll frown and be perverse and thee nay,so thou wilt woo. Juliet
Where is my mother? Why, she is within.Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!” Juliet
And for that offenseImmediately we do exile him hence. Prince
Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun. Juliet
He is a kinsman to the Montague;Affection makes him false, he speaks not true. Lady Capulet
Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Mercutio
I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. Romeo
But come, young waverer, come go with me.In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;For this alliance may sohappy proveTo turn your households’ rancor to pure love. Friar Lawrence
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Romeo
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow. Juliet
But passion lends them power, time means to meet,Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. Narrator
Arise, fair son, and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with griefThat thou her maid are far more fair than she. Romeo
I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyesBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip. Mercutio
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Romeo
When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids – I will cut off their heads. Sampson
Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged. Romeo
Now I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall. Tybalt
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Romeo
Good thou, save me apiece of marchpane, and, as thou loves me, let the porterlet in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Anthony, and Potpan! Servant
I’ll loke to like, if looking liking move;But no more deep will I endart mine eyeThan your consent gives strength to make it fly. Juliet
Younger than she are happy mothers made. Paris
You men, you beasts,That quench the fire of your pernicious rageWith purple fountains issuing from your veins! Prince
Away from light steals home my heavy sonAnd private in his chamber pens himselfShuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,And makes himself an artificial night. Montague
A crutch! A crutch! Why call you for a sword? Lady Capulet
I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. Romeo
You kiss by the book. Juliet
Prodigious birth of love it is to meThat I must love a loathed enemy. Juliet
I tell you, he that can lay hold of herShall have the chinks. Nurse
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?Henceforward do your messages yourself. Nurse
I saw no man use you at his pleasure. If I had, myweapon should quickly have been out, I warrent you. Peter
O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace! Juliet
Give this ring to my true knightAnd bid him come to take his last farewell. Juliet
These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. Friar Lawrence
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art of breath? (#rekt) Juliet
The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb.What is her burying grave, that is her womb. Friar Lawrence
The which if you with patient ears attend,What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Narrator
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee Tybalt
My will to her consent is but a part. Capulet
Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCompare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Benvolio
Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)Were of an age. Well. Susan is with God;She was too good for me. Nurse
Ah, my mistresses, which of you allWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,She I’ll swear hath corns. Capulet