| These violent delights have violent ends. | Friar Lawrence |
| What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet. | Juliet |
| I tell you, he that can lay hold of herShall have the chinks. | Nurse |
| O, I am fortune’s fool. | Romeo |
| But, soft! What light from yonder window breaks?Is it the east, and Juliet is the sun. | Romeo |
| Is love a tender thing? Is it too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn | Romeo |
| …a plague on both your houses!They have made worms; meat of me. | Mercutio |
| Tut, man, one finger burns out another’s burning;One pain is less’ned by another’s anguish. | Benvolio |
| Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’s cell;There stays a husband to make you a wife. | Nurse |
| …Prince, as thou art true,For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. | Lady Capulet |
| Then, since the case so stands as now it dothI think it best you married with the county. | Nurse |
| …Eyes look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing Death!…Thus with a kiss I die. | Romeo |
| O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or if thou will not, be but sworn my love,And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. | Juliet |
| Women may fall when there’s no strength in men. | Friar |
| O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circled orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. | Juliet |
| From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life: | Prologue |
| This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. | Juliet |
| Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art;Thy tears are womanish. | Friar |
| Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. | Friar |
| Hang thee! Young baggage! Disobedient wretch! | Capulet |
| For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo. | Prince |
| Three civil brawls, bred of an airy wordBy thee old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets. | Prince |
| I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth -And yet, to my ten be it spoken, I have but four -She’s not fourteen. | Nurse |
| …Younger than you,Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,Are made already mothers. | Lady Capulet |
| If love be rough with you, be rough with love. | Mercutio |
| my only love sprung from only my hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late! | Juliet |
Romeo and Juliet quotes
July 7, 2019