| It is an honor that I dream not of | Juliet |
| O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! | Romeo |
| … Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts but in their eyes. | Friar Laurence |
| Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’s’ cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife. | Nurse |
| What if this mixture do not work at all? | Juliet |
| What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet. | Juliet |
| Put this In any liquid thing you will and drink it off, and if you had the strength of Twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. | Apothecary |
| These violent delights have violent ends | Friar Laurence |
| If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay. | Juliet |
| Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I. | Murcutio |
| And for that offense. Immediately we do exile him hence. | Prince |
| My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow. | Paris |
| Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain. | Tybalt |
| Delay this marriage for a month, a week, or, if you do not, make the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | Juliet |
| If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. | Prince |
| Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. | Romeo |
| See what a scourge is laid upon your hate | Prince |
| I am hurt a plague o’ both houses! | Murcutio |
| By heaven, I love thee better than myself, for I come hither armed against myself. | Romeo |
| Thus with a kiss I die. | Romeo |
| … O, happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die. In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. | Juliet |
| Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. | Tybalt |
| This is that banished haughty Montague that murdered my love’s cousin | Paris |
| She’s not well married that lives married long, But she’s best married that dies married young. | Friar Laurence |
| Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp’rate man. | Romeo |
| Here from Verona art thou banished, be patient, for the world is broad and wide. | Friar Laurence |
| Do not deny to him that you love me. | Paris |
| Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. | Friar Laurence |
| Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch! I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday, or never after look me in the face. | Capulet |
| Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw. | Tybalt |
Romeo and Juliet quotes (Mr.Lucero)
November 19, 2019