| If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle sin is thisMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. | Romeo to Juliet |
| If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. | Prince to Capulets and Montagues |
| O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate stone. . .. . . Over men’s noses as they lie asleep | Marcucio to Romeo |
| Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,A villain that is hither come in spiteTo scorn at our solemnity this night. | Tibalt to Lord Capulet |
| It is an honor that I dream not of. | Juliet to Lady Capulet |
| What drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee | Tibalt to Benvolio |
| But Montague is bound as well as I,In penalty alike, and ’tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. | Capulet to Paris. Old vs young. Young people can not keep peace. |
| Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun. | Romeo to Rosaline |
| O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightAs a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear. . .Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. | Romeo |
| Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,And vice sometime by action dignified. | Friar Lawrence |
| Young men’s love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. | Friar Lawrence |
| These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume. | Friar Lawrence |
| Some consequence yet hanging in the starsShall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels, and expire the termOf a despisèd life closed in my breastBy some vile forfeit of untimely death. | Romeo |
| He jests at scars that never felt a wound | Romeo |
| A plague o’ both houses! I am sped. | Marcucio to Benvolio |
| This day’s black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe others must end. | Romeo to Benvolio |
| Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fine 25 That all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.O, I have bought the mansion of a loveBut not possessed it, and, though I am sold,Not yet enjoyed. | Juliet |
| “Romeo is banishèd.”There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death. No words can that woe sound. | Juliet to Nurse |
| ‘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 Lawrence |
| Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. | Juliet to Romeo |
| That sees into the bottom of my grief?— O sweet my mother, cast me not away. Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or, if you do not, make the bridal bedIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | Juliet to Lady Capulet |
| Or bid me go into a new-made graveAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud(Things that to hear them told have made metremble),And I will do it without fear or doubt,To live an unstained wife to my sweet love. | Juliet to Friar Lawrence |
| Then I deny you, stars | Romeo to Balthasar |
| O my love, my wife,Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. | Romeo |
| O woe, O woeful, woeful, woeful day! 55 Most lamentable day, most woeful dayThat ever, ever I did yet behold!O day, O day, O day, O hateful day!Never was seen so black a day as this!O woeful day, O woeful day! | Nurse |
| A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. | Juliet to Friar Lawrence |
| I think it best you married with the County. | Nurse to Juliet |
| It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. | Romeo to Juliet |
| Poor ropes, you are beguiled, 145 Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled. | Juliet to Nurse |
| Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. | Prince |
| Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio.Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? | Prince |
| In my behalf. My reputation stainedWith Tybalt’s slander—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper softened valor’s steel. | Romeo |
| Romeo, the love I bear thee can affordNo better term than this: thou art a villain. | Tybalt to Romeo |
| tempt not a desp’rate man. | Romeo to Paris |
| No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis enough. ‘Twill serve. Ask forme tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. | Marcucio to Romeo |
| Hold thy desperate hand!Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote 120 The unreasonable fury of a beast. | Friar Lawrence to Romeo |
| Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch! I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday, Or never after look me in the face. | Capulet |
| There is no world without Verona wallsBut purgatory, torture, hell itself.Hence “banishèd” is “banished from the world,” And world’s exile is death. | Romeo to Friar Lawrence |
| Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none. 65 Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not. | Romeo to Tybalt |
| O, tell me, Friar, tell me,In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sackThe hateful mansion.FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold thy desperate hand!He draws his dagger. | Romeo to Friar Lawrence |
| 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 | Friar Lawrence |
| Go in and tell my lady I am gone,Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’ cell To make confession and to be absolved. | Juliet to Nurse |
| Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. | Juliet to Romeo |
| Hold thy desperate hand!Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote 120 The unreasonable fury of a beast. | Friar Lawrence |
| Death is my son-in-law; Death is my heir.My daughter he hath wedded. I will die 45 And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s. | Capulet to Paris |
| Farewell.—God knows when we shall meet again.I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veinsThat almost freezes up the heat of life.I’ll call them back again to comfort me.—Nurse!—What should she do here?My dismal scene I needs must act alone.Come, vial. | Juliet |
| O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet. | Paris |
| Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O, happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die. | 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. | Paris to Capulet |
| Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd.For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo. | Prince |
| All things that we ordainèd festivalTurn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges changeOur bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,And all things change them to the contrary. | Capulet |
| Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed! Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now To murder, murder our solemnity?O child! O child! My soul and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,And with my child my joys are burièd. | Capulet to Friar Lawrence |
Quote Identification – Romeo and Juliet
August 20, 2019