| The day is hot, Capels are abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not ‘scape a brawl | Benvolio |
| Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy: and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody be moved | Mercutio |
| And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something: make it a word and a blow | Mercutio |
| Consortest | Associate withMercutio |
| Consort? Whay, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick: here’s that shall make you dance, Zounds consort!We talk here in the public haunt od men. Either withdraw unto some private place, or reason coldly of your grievances, or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us. | Mercutio/Benvolio Pun |
| Villan, boy | TybaltEpitat |
| I do protest i never injur thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so good Capulet, which name I tenderAs dearly as my own be satisfied | RomeoDramatic Irony |
| Ratcatcher/ king of Cats | MercutioEpitat |
| Tybalt, Mercutio the prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! | Romeo |
| A plague a both houses! | MercutioCursing |
| Ay,ay, a scratch, a scratch, Marry, ’tis enough | MercutioLitote |
| No tis not as deep, nor so wide as a church door; but tis enough, twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man | MercutioPun, foreshadowing, play on words, litote |
| A plague on both of your housesthey have made worms meat of me | MercutioMetaphor, 3 times |
| This days black fate on moe days doth depend;This but begins the woe others must end | RomeoForeshadowing |
| I am a fortunes fool | RomeoOxymoron, metaphor |
| For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin,cousin! | Lady CapuletDramatic Irony |
| Immediately we do exile him hence | prince |
| Phoebus, Phaeton | JulietAllusion |
| Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match | JulietPersonification |
| 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, that all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garrish sun. O i have bought the mansion of love, but not possessed it; and though i am sold not yet enjoyed | JulietDeath imagerymetaphor |
| I shall poison more than the death-darting eye of cochatrice. I am not I, if there be such an Ay Or those eyes shot that makes thee answer Ay if he be slain say Ay; or if not, “No.” Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe | JulietPun |
| O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!}Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?}Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical}Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lambDespised substance of divinest showJust opposite to what thou justly seem stA damned saint an honorable villainO nature what hast thou to do in hell | Juliet{metaphoroxymoron |
| Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace! | JulietMetaphor compares Romeo to a cave with a dragon, a beautiful book filled with evil and a palace with evil |
| Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish! He has not born to shame.Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For tis a throne where honor may be crowned Sole monarch of the universal earth. O what a beast i was to chide at him | JulietIm the only one who can pick on him |
| There’s no trust. No faith no honesty in men; all perjured All forsworn all naught all disemblers | Nurse |
| Romeo is banished there is no end, no limit, measure bound, in that words death; no words can that woe sound. Where is my father and mother nurse? | Juliet |
| But i, a maid, die maiden-widowed, come cords; come nurse, ill to my wedding bed! And death, not Romeo, take my maiden hand | JulietDeath imagary |
| A gentler judgement vanished from his lips. Not body’s death but body’s banishment | Friar |
| For exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death. Do not day banishment | Romeo |
| There is no world without Verona’s wallss | Romeo |
| 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 |
| Carrion flies | Flies on dead animalseven they can touch Juliet |
| they may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; | Romeo |
| Flies may do this but i from this must fly | RomeoPun |
| Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean, But “banished” to kill me? “Banished”? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; | RomeoForeshadowing |
| Yet “banished”? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom, It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more. | Romeo |
| Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feelTaking the measure of unmade grave | Romeo |
| Even so lies she,Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O? | Nurse |
| Deaths the end of all | NurseForeshadowing |
| 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 | Romeometaphore |
| Thy Juliet is alive. For whose sake thou wast but lately deadTybalt would kill thee but thou slewest TybaltThe law that threatened death, becomes thy friend and turns it into exhile | FriarThree reasons romeo should be happy |
| Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 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; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went’st forth in lamentation. | Friar Comfort JulietLeave earlyGo to MantuaWait |
| I promise you, but for your company, i would have been abed an hour ago | Lord Montague |
| These times of woe afford no times to woo | Paris |
| 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 |
| Monday! Ha ha, Well Wednesday is too soonA Thursday let it be-a Thursday, tell her She shall be married to this noble earl. | Capulet |
| It was the nightingale and not the larkThat pierced the fearful hollow of thine earNightly she sings on yond pomegranate treeBelieve me love it was the nightingale | Juliet |
| It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. | RomeoMetaphorPersonification |
| Let me be ta’en let be be put to deathI am content so thou will have it so | RomeoDeath imageryDramatic Irony |
| Come death, and welcome Juliet wills it soHow ist my soul? Lets talk it is not day | Romeo |
| O now be gone more light and light it growsMore light and light-more dark and dark our woes | Juliet/RomeoForeshadowing |
| Then, window let day in, and let life out | Romeo |
| O God, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale. | JulietInverted ending |
| Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. | Lady CapuletDramatic Irony |
| Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss | JulietVerbal irony |
| Ay, madam from the reach of these my hands would none but i might venge my cousins death! | Juliet |
| Indeed i never shall be satisfied With Romeo till i behold him-dead is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed | JulietVerbal irony |
| One, who to put thee from thy heavinessHath sorted out a sudden day of joyThat thou expects not nor i looked not for | Lady Capulet |
| 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 | Lady CapuletTells Juliet about wedding |
| In one little bodyThou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! Have you deliver’d to her our decree? | Lord CapuletExtended metaphor compares her to a Ship, sea, wind |
| I were the fool were married to her grave | Lady CapuletForeshadowing/ Death Imagry |
| Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds, 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. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow-face! | Lord CapuletEpitat |
| Hang thee young baggage! Disobedient wretch! I tell thee what- get thee to church a ThursdayOr never after look me in the faceSpeak not, reply not, do not answer me! | Capulet |
| Day,night; hour, tide, time; work, play; Alone in company; still my care hath been | CapuletOxymoron |
| 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. An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to’t, bethink you; I’ll not be forsworn. | CapuletDisown her |
| Or if you do not, make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | CapuletDeath Imagry |
| Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for i have done with thee. | Lady Capulet |
| I think it best you married with the CountryAn eagle madam hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye as Paris hath. | NurseSimilie |
| Well, thou hast comforted me so marvelous much. | Juliet Verbal Irony |
| Ancient damnation o most wicked friend. | JulietEpitat |
| Goo counselor! Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twainI’ll to the friar to know his remedy.If all else fall, myself have power to die. | JulietRhyming coupletApproxament rhymedeath imagry |
Romeo and Juliet Act:3
November 18, 2019