| We are undone, lady, we are undone! Alack the day! He’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead! | Nurse |
| There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjuredAll forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers | Nurse |
| A plague a both your houses!They have made worms’ meat of me. | Mercutio |
| Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. | Friar Lawrence |
| Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,So soon forsaken? | Friar Lawrence |
| What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee; Benvolio; look upon thy death. | Tybalt |
| This precious book of love, this unbound lover,To beautify him only lacks a cover. | Lady Capulet |
| No less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men. | Nurse |
| What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? | Juliet |
| If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I’ll frown and be perverse and thee nay,so thou wilt woo. | Juliet |
| Where is my mother? Why, she is within.Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!” | Juliet |
| And for that offenseImmediately we do exile him hence. | Prince |
| Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun. | Juliet |
| He is a kinsman to the Montague;Affection makes him false, he speaks not true. | Lady Capulet |
| Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. | Mercutio |
| I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. | Romeo |
| But come, young waverer, come go with me.In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;For this alliance may sohappy proveTo turn your households’ rancor to pure love. | Friar Lawrence |
| Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. | Romeo |
| Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow. | Juliet |
| But passion lends them power, time means to meet,Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. | Narrator |
| Arise, fair son, and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with griefThat thou her maid are far more fair than she. | Romeo |
| I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyesBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip. | Mercutio |
| Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! | Romeo |
| When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids – I will cut off their heads. | Sampson |
| Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged. | Romeo |
| Now I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall. | Tybalt |
| He jests at scars that never felt a wound. | Romeo |
| Good thou, save me apiece of marchpane, and, as thou loves me, let the porterlet in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Anthony, and Potpan! | Servant |
| I’ll loke to like, if looking liking move;But no more deep will I endart mine eyeThan your consent gives strength to make it fly. | Juliet |
| Younger than she are happy mothers made. | Paris |
| You men, you beasts,That quench the fire of your pernicious rageWith purple fountains issuing from your veins! | Prince |
| Away from light steals home my heavy sonAnd private in his chamber pens himselfShuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,And makes himself an artificial night. | Montague |
| A crutch! A crutch! Why call you for a sword? | Lady Capulet |
| I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. | Romeo |
| You kiss by the book. | Juliet |
| Prodigious birth of love it is to meThat I must love a loathed enemy. | Juliet |
| I tell you, he that can lay hold of herShall have the chinks. | Nurse |
| Is this the poultice for my aching bones?Henceforward do your messages yourself. | Nurse |
| I saw no man use you at his pleasure. If I had, myweapon should quickly have been out, I warrent you. | Peter |
| O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace! | Juliet |
| Give this ring to my true knightAnd bid him come to take his last farewell. | Juliet |
| These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. | Friar Lawrence |
| How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art of breath? (#rekt) | Juliet |
| The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb.What is her burying grave, that is her womb. | Friar Lawrence |
| The which if you with patient ears attend,What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. | Narrator |
| What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee | Tybalt |
| My will to her consent is but a part. | Capulet |
| Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCompare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. | Benvolio |
| Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)Were of an age. Well. Susan is with God;She was too good for me. | Nurse |
| Ah, my mistresses, which of you allWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,She I’ll swear hath corns. | Capulet |
Romeo and Juliet Quotes (Sklar)
July 2, 2019