Romeo and Juliet quotes

Romeo She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; for beauty, starved whth her severity, cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, to inherit bliss by making me despair. She hath forsworn to love
Romeo I fear, too early; for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this nights revels and expire the term of a despisèd life, closed in my breast, by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On my lusty gentlemen!
Romeo O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear- Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Tybalt Patience perforce with willful choler meeting makes me flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.
Romeo It is the East, and Juliet is the sun… That I might touch that cheek
Juliet ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, thought not a Montague. What’s a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face. O, be same other name Belonging to a man. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Juliet Thou knowest my mask of night is on my face… yielding to light love
Juliet O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo A thousand times the worse, to want thy light! love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks
Romeo Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.
Mercutio I am hurt. A plague a’ both houses! I am sped.
Romeo O, sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate.
Juliet “Romeo is banishèd” – to speak that word is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. “Romeo is banishèd”- there is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound. Where is my father and my mother, nurse?
Juliet O God, I think an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee. Now thou art so low, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look ‘st pale.
Nudse O, he’s a lovely gentleman! Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle madam, Hath not so green, so quick. So fair an eye, As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you art happy in this second match, for it excels your first; or if it did not, your first is dead- or ’twere as good he were As living here and you no use of him.
Juliet O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from the battlements of any tower… And I will do it without fear or doubt, to live an I stained wife to my sweet love.
Capulet Ready to go, but never to return. O son the night before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy wife. There she lies Flower as she was deflowerèd by him. Death is my son in law. Death is my heir; my daughter he hath wedded. I will die and leave him all. Live, living, all is death’s.
Capulet All things that we ordainèd festival then from their office to black funeral- our instruments to melancholy bells, our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; our solemn gyms to sullen dirges change; our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; and all things change them to contrary.
Romeo 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 has sold me none.
Romeo In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble county Paris! What said my man when my be tossed soul did not attend him as we rode? I think he told me Paris should have married Juliet. said he not so, or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, to think it was so? O, give me thy hand, one writ with me in soul misfortune’s book.