Romeo and Juliet Act:3

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

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