Romeo and Juliet Act Five Quote Cards

“Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault And presently took post to tell it you. O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir” (5,1,17-23). Who: BalthasarWhere: Act 5 Scene 1To: Romeo
“Is it e’en so? Then I defy you, stars!Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire post horses. I will hence tonight” (5,1, 24-26). Who: RomeoWhere: Act 5 Scene 1To: Balthasar
“Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb” (5,1,58-65). Who: RomeoWhere: Act 5 Scene 1To: Apothecary
“There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison. Thou hast sold me none. Farewell. Buy food, and get thyself in flesh.— Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee” (5,1,80-84). Who: RomeoWhere: Act 5 Scene 1To: Apothecary
“Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge, Of dear import, and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence. Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell” (5,2,17-22). Who: Friar LawrenceWhere: Act 5 Scene 2To: Friar John
“Now must I to the monument alone.Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, closed in a dead man’s tomb!” (5,2,24-30). Who: Friar LawrenceWhere: Act 5 Scene 2To: Himself
“O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open they tomb, lay me with Juliet” (5,3,72-73). Who: ParisWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Romeo
“Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing Death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! Here’s to my love! O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss die” (5,3,108-120). Who: RomeoWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Himself
“I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay” (5,3,151-159). Who: Friar LawrenceWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Juliet
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm” (5,3,160-167). Who: JulietWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Romeo
“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die” (5,3,169-171). Who: JulietWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Dagger
“Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight; Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age?” (5,3,210-212). Who: MontagueWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Prince
“I will be brief, for my short date of breathIs not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them, and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banished the new-made bridegroom from the city; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betrothed and would have married her perforce To County Paris. Then comes she to me, And with wild looks bid me devise some mean To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutored by my art, A sleeping potion, which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo,That he should hither come as this dire night,To help to take her from her borrowed grave,Being the time the potion’s force should cease. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Was stayed by accident, and yesternightReturned my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixèd hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault, Meaning to keep her closely at my cell Till I conveniently could send to Romeo, But when I came, some minute ere the time Of her awakening, here untimely lay The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. She wakes, and I entreated her come forth, And bear this work of heaven with patience. But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, And she, too desperate, would not go with me, But, as it seems, did violence on herself. All this I know, and to the marriageHer Nurse is privy. And if aught in thisMiscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed some hour before his time Unto the rigor of severest law” (5,3,229-269). Who: Friar LawrenceWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Prince
“This letter doth make good the Friar’s words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death. And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a poor ‘pothecary, and therewithalCame to this vault to die and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies?—Capulet! Montague! 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” (5,3,286-295). Who: Prince EscalusWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Montague and Capulet
“O brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more can I demand” (5,3,296-298). Who: CapuletWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Montague
“But I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet” (5,3,298-302). Who: MontagueWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Capulet
“As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!” (5,3,303-304). Who: CapuletWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Capulet
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punishèd. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo” (5,3,305-310). Who: PrinceWhere: Act 5 Scene 3To: Montague and Capulet