| For Venus smiled not in a house of tears. | Paris |
| You say you do not know the lady’s mind. Uneven is the course; I like it not. | Friar Laurence |
| Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society. | Paris |
| That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. | Juliet |
| I will confess to you that I love him. | Juliet |
| The tears have got a small victory by that, For it was bad enough before their spite. | Juliet |
| Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. | Paris |
| If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise | Juliet |
| And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s sealed, Shall label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both. | Juliet |
| If, rather than to marry County Paris, thou hast the strength of will to sly thyself… | Friar Lawrence |
| Where the serpents are; chain me with the roaring bears, Or shut me nightly in a charnel house, | Juliet |
| Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone; let not the nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. | Friar Lawrence |
| A cold and drowsy humor, but surcease; no warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest | Friar Lawrence |
| Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where the kindred Capulets lie. | Friar Lawrence |
| You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers. | Capulet |
| Well, he may chance to do some good on her. A peevish self-willed harlotry she is. | Capulet |
| To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! | Juliet |
| Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. | Capulet |
| I’ll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! | Capulet |
| No madam; we have culled such necessaries As are behooven for our state tomorrow. | Juliet |
| My dismal scene I needs must act alone. | Juliet |
| O lamentable day! | Nurse |
| Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated. | Capulet |
| Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. | Capulet |
| Come, is the bride ready to go to church? | Friar Lawrence |
| Flower she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; | Capulet |
| Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled, | Paris |
| Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid! | Friar Laurence |
| Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; | Capulet |
| For though fond nature bids us all lament, yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment. | Friar Lawrence |
| The heavens do lower upon you for some ill; move them no more by crossing high will. | Friar Lawrence |
| Musicians oh musicians, “Heart’s ease, heart’s ease.” Oh an you will have me live, play “Heart’s ease.” | Peter |
| Oh, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. | Peter |
| I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and out up my iron dagger. | Peter |
| My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne, | Romeo |
| I dreamt my lady came and found me dead | Romeo |
| Then I defy you stars! | Romeo |
| Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. | Balthasar |
| To enter the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, | Romeo |
| “An if a man did need poison now Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it to him.” | Romeo |
| A dram do poison, such a soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead | Romeo |
| Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua’s law Is death to any he that utters them. | Apothecary |
| I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard; yet i will adventure | Page |
| But chiefly to rake thence from her dead finger a precious ring–a ring that I must use in dear employment Therefore hence, be gone. | Romeo |
| The obsequies and true love’s rite? What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, awhile. | Paris |
| For all this same, I’ll hide me here about. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. | Balthasar |
| How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death. O, how may I call this a lightning. | Romeo |
Romeo and Juliet Quotes Act 4 and 5
November 9, 2019