| But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and Juliet is the sun. | Romeo |
| Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace | Juliet |
| Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, i think it best you married with the county. O, hes a lovely gentleman! | Nurse |
| Alas, My liege, My wive is dead to-night; Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath: what further woe conspires against mine age? | Lord Montague |
| Spakest thou of juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think of me an old murderer, Now i have stained the childhood of joy with blood removed but little from her own? | Romeo |
| A glooming peace this morning with it brings; the sun for sorrow will now show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things some shall be pardon’d, and some punished. | Prince |
| Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken: hence, be cone, away! | Benvolio |
| i fear, too early: for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night’s reveals and expire the term of despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death. | Romeo |
| What if it be a poison, which the friar subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, lest in this marrage he should dishonour’d | Juliet |
| O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an ethiope’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! | Romeo |
| Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s | Lord Capulet |
| Come, Come with me, and we will make short work; for by your leaves you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one. | Friar Lawrence |
| Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. | Lord Capulet |
| Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, compare her face with some that i shall show, and i will make thee think they swan a crow. | Benvolio |
| her body sleeps in Capulet’s monument, and her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault, and presently took post to tell you: | Balthasar |
| But come, young waverer, come, co with me, in one respect I’ll thy assistant be; for this alliance may so happy prove, to turn your households rancour to pure love. | Friar Lawrence |
| The earth hath swollow’d all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: but woo her, gentle paris, get her heart, my will to her consent is but a part; | Lord Capulet |
| Come, cords, come, nurse; I’ll to my wedding-bed; and death, not romeo, take my maidenhead | Juliet |
| I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding, my blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; but i’ll amerce you with so strong a fine that you shall all repend the loss of mine | Prince |
| All this i know; and to the marriage her nurse is privy: and if aught in this miscarried by my fault let my old life be sacrificed, some hour before his time, unto the rigour of severest law. | Friar Lawrence |
| Come, gentle night come, loving back-borrw’d night, give me my romeo; and when he 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 garish sun. | Juliet |
| Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; and, to say truth, verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well govern’d youth: i would not for the wealth of all the town here is my house to do him disparagement | Lord Capulet |
| Wisely and slow; They stumble that run fast. | Friar Lawrence |
| I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: the day is hot, the capulets abroad, and, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; for now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. | Benvolio |
| O Lord, I could have stay’d here all night to hear good councel: O, what learning is! my lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come. | Nurse |
| What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward! | Tybolt |
| If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentile fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. | Romeo |
| This, By his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier boy. What dares the slave come hither, cover’d with an antic face, to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? | Tybalt |
| Draw, Benvoilo; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath forbidden bandying in verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! | Romeo |
| What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; read o’er the volume of young paris’s face, and find delight writ there with beauty’s pen; | Lady Capulet |
| O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. | Juliet |
| Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; one who, to put thee from they heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, that thou expect’st not nore i look’d not for | Lady Capulet |
| Ah, Dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall i believe that unsubstantial death is amorous and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee hear in dark to be his paramour? | Romeo |
| I could not send it, –here it is again,– not get a messanger to bring it thee, so fearful were they of infection. | Friar John |
| Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much. Go in: and tell my lady i am gone, having displeased my father, to Laurence’s cell, to make confession and to be absolved. | Juliet |
| Well, Juliet, i will lie with thee to-night. let’s see for means: o mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! | Romeo |
| This is that banish’d haughty Montague, who murder’d my love’s cousin, which grief, it is supposed, the fair creature died; | Paris |
| If love be rough with you, be rough with love; prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. | Mercutio |
| Hold thy desperate hand: art thou a man? The form cries out thou art: thy tears are womanishl they wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman in a seeming man. | Friar Lawrence |
| Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. | Nurse |
| 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. | Juliet |
| So smile the heavens upon this holy act, that after hours with sorrow chide us not! | Friar Lawrence |
| Good night, good night parting is such sweet sorrow, That i shall say good night till it be morrow. | Juliet |
| If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. | Prince |
| I tell thee what: Get thee to church o’Thursday, or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch. | Lord Capulet |
| Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent. | Friar Lawrence |
| Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds, but fettle your vine joints ‘gainst thursday next, to go with paris to saint peter’s church, or i will drag thee on a hurdle thither. | Lord Capulet |
| I am hurt. A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? | Mercutio |
| Feather of lead, Bright smoke, Cold fire, sick health! Still walking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel i, that feel no love in this. | Romeo |
| I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth –and yet to my teeth it be spoken i have but four– she is not fourteen how long is it now to Lammas-tide? | Nurse |
| Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, Adieu! | Romeo |
| O, swear not by the moon, the inconsistent moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, let that thy love prove likewise variable. | Juliet |
| O brother Montague, give me thy hand: this is my daughter’s jointure, for no more can i demand. | Lord Capulet |
| Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, I’ll swear hath corns; am i come near ye now? | Lord Capulet |
| Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains the stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and glory swords to lie discolour’d by this place of peace? | Friar Lawrence |
| O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss i die. | Romeo |
| My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that i must love a loathed enemy. | Juliet |
| 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 Capulet |
| I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: a greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intent | Friar Lawrence |
| These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite: therefore love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. | Friar Lawrence |
| Hie to your chamber: I’ll find romeo to comfort you: I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your romeo will be here at night: I’ll to him; he is hid at Laurence’s cell | Nurse |
| Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and tiol in your delight but you shall bear the burden soon at night. | Nurse |
| I’ll look to like, if looking like move: but no more deep will i endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. | Juliet |
| O romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and ill no longer be a Capulet. | Juliet |
| She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, let two more summers wither in their pride, ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. | Lord Capulet |
Romeo and Juliet quotes
October 19, 2019