Romeo and Juliet – Fate/Free Will Quotes

Chorus Prologue.1-14 Two households, both alike in dignity(In fair Verona, where we lay our scene),From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;Whose misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents’ strife.The fearful passage of their death-marked love,And the continuance of their parents’ rage,Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;The which if you with patient ears attend,What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
SERVANT 1.2.59 I pray, sir, can you read?
ROMEO 1.4.113-118 I fear, too early, for my mind misgivesSome consequence yet hanging in the starsShall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night’s revels, and expire the termOf a despisèd life closed in my breastBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.
LORD CAPULET 1.5.69-77 Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone.He bears him like a portly gentleman,And, to say truth, Verona brags of himTo be a virtuous and well-governed youth.I would not for the wealth of all the townHere in my house do him disparagement.Therefore be patient. Take no note of him.It is my will, the which if thou respect,Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
TYBALT 1.5.90-91 I will withdraw, but this intrusion shallNow seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.
JULIET and the NURSE 1.5.146-149 JULIET (gesturing towards Romeo)What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?NURSEI know not.JULIET Go ask his name. The Nurse goes. If he be marrièd.My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
FRIAR LAURENCE 2.3.92-95 But come, young waverer, come, go with me,In one respect I’ll thy assistant be,For this alliance may so happy proveTo turn your households’ rancor to pure love.
JULIET 2.2.122-128 Although I joy in thee,I have no joy of this contract tonight.It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,Too like the lightning, which doth cease to beEre one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night.This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
JULIET 2.2.149-154 Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thy bent of love be honorable,Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrowBy one that I’ll procure to come to theeWhere and what time thou wilt perform the rite,And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll layAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.
ROMEO 3.1.84-88 Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapons.Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage.Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hathForbidden bandying in Verona streets.Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
ROMEO 3.1.123-130 Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain!Away to heaven, respective lenity,And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back againThat late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company.Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
ROMEO (3.1.142) O, I am fortune’s fool!
JULIET and ROMEO 3.5.51-57 JULIET O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?ROMEO I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.JULIET 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.
LORD CAPULET 3.4.21-29 O’ Thursday let it be.—O’ Thursday, tell her,She shall be married to this noble earl.—Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?We’ll keep no great ado, a friend or two.For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,It may be thought we held him carelessly,Being our kinsman, if we revel much.Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
JULIET 3.5.60-64 O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle.If thou art fickle, what dost thou with himThat is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune.For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.
JULIET 3.5.119-126 Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,He shall not make me there a joyful bride.I wonder at this haste, that I must wedEre he, that should be husband, comes to woo.I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swearIt shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
CAPULET 4.2.24-25 Send for the county. Go tell him of this.I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
ROMEO 5.1.25 Is it e’en so?—Then I defy you, stars!—
BALTHASAR 5.1.17-23 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 vaultAnd presently took post to tell it you.
FRIAR JOHN 5.2.5-12 Going to find a barefoot brother out,One of our order, to associate me,Here in this city visiting the sick,And finding him, the searchers of the town,Suspecting that we both were in a houseWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth.So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.
FRIAR LAURENCE and FRIAR JOHN 5.2.13-17 FRIAR LAURENCE Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?FRIAR JOHN I could not send it—here it is again— ( Returning the letter. )Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearful were they of infection.FRIAR LAURENCE Unhappy fortune!
PARIS 5.3.49-53 This is that banished haughty Montague,That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief,It is supposed the fair creature died.And here is come to do some villainous shameTo the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
ROMEO 5.3.61-67 I beseech thee, youth,Put not another sin upon my headBy urging me to fury. O, be gone!By heaven, I love thee better than myself,For I come hither armed against myself.Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter sayA madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
ROMEO 5.3.106-112 I still will stay with theeAnd never from this palace of dim nightDepart again. Here, here will I remainWith worms that are thy chambermaids. O, hereWill I set up my everlasting restAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh!
FRIAR LAURENCE 5.3.148-151 Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too?And steeped in blood? Ah, what an unkind hourIs guilty of this lamentable chance!
FRIAR LAURENCE 5.3.156-159 I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents.