The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet Quotes to know…
“I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword Or manage it to part these men with me.”
-Benvolio, I.i.60-61
“O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day?- Right glad I am that he was not at this fray.”
Lady Montague, I.i
“Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love:- Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything of nothing first create!”
Romeo, I.i
“By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.”
Benvolio, I.i
“Oh teach me how I should forget to think.”
Romeo, I.i.218
“I’ll look to like if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”
Juliet, I.iii.97-99
“A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world—why he is a man of wax.”
Nurse, I.iii.75-76
“I’ll look to like if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”
Juliet, I.iii.97-99
“You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound.”
Mercutio, I.iv.17-18
“It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!”
Romeo, I.v.42-45
“I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.”
Tybalt, I.v
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!”
Romeo, II.ii.23-25
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;”
Juliet, II.ii.43-44
“With loves light wings did I o’erperch these walls;”
“With loves light wings did I o’erperch these walls” Romeo, II.ii.66
“Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou has heard me speak to-night.”
Juliet, II.ii.85-87
“Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.”
Juliet, II.ii.185
“Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power; For this being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted slays all senses with the heart.”
Friar, II.iii.21-26
“Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.”
Friar, II.iii.55-56
“I pray thee chide me not: she whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow”
Romeo, II.iii.85-86
“More than the prince of cats, I can tell you.”
Mercutio, II.iv.18
“A gentleman, nurse that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.”
Romeo, II.iv
“…if ye should lead her into a fool’s paradise, as they say…”
Nurse, II.iv
“These violent delights have violent ends.”
Friar, II.vi.9
“Thou would quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes…”
Mercutio, III.i.19-20
“I do protest I never injur’d thee; But love thee better than thou canst devise”
Romeo, III.i.65-66
“No, ‘tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but tis enough, ‘twill serve”
Mercutio, III.i.93-94
“…or if love be blind, It best agrees with night-Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black…”
Juliet, III.ii.9-11
“O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!”
Nurse, III.ii.61
“O serpent heart with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?”
Juliet, III.ii.73-74
“Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say ‘death;’ For exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death; do not say ‘banishment.’”
Romeo, III.iii.12-14
“Be patient for the world is broad and wide.”
Friar, III.iii.16
“O, then I see that madmen have no ears.”
Friar, III.iii.61
“A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array; But, like a misbehav’d and sullen wench, Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love;- Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.”
Friar, III.iii
“Monday! ha ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, Thursday let it be…”
Capulet, III.iv.19-20
“Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I; It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee this night a torch-bearer And light thee on the way to Mantua; Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone”
Juliet, III.v.12-16
“O God! I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thour art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.”
“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, III.v.54-57
“What wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou could not make him live; Therfore have done: some grief shows much of love; But much grief shows still some want of wit.”
Lady Capulet, III.v.70-73
“Villain and he be many miles asunder.-”
Juliet, III.v.81
“An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i’ the streets, For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,”
Capulet, III.v
“Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, And therefore have I little talk’d of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.”
Paris, IV.i.6-8
“ I will confess to you that I love him.”
Juliet, IV.i.25
“I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.”
Capulet, IV.ii.24
“Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir”
Capulet, IV.v.40
“I dreamt that my lady came and found me dead,- Strange dream, that gives a man leave to think!-”
Romeo, V.i.6-7
“Than she is well and nothing can be ill; Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument, And her immortal part with angels lives.”
Balthasar, V.i.17-19
“My poverty, but not my will consents.”
Apothecary, V.i.75
“There is thy gold; worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that you mayst not sell;”
Romeo, V.i.80-82
“…If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.”
Paris, V.iii.72-73
“Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conquer’d…”
Romeo, V.iii.92-94
“O churl! drink all, and left no friendly drop To help me after?”
Juliet, V.iii
“For I will give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold.”
Montague, V.iii
“For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
Prince, V.iii