1. Romeo and Juliet
Quotes

2. Act I What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word
As I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee. (I.i,77-78)
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? (I.i,83)
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of peace. (I.i, )

3. Could we but learn for whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know ( I, i.)
O, teach me how I should forget to think. (I, i.)
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die. (I, ii)

4. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. (I, iii.)
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too Rude, too boist’ rous, and pricks like thorns. ( I, iv.)
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
Prick love for the pricking, and you beat love down. (I, iv.)

5. For my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death. (I.v, )

6. You will set a cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man! (I.v,84)
Oh, dear account! My life is my foe's debt. (I.v,120)

7. Act II But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! (II.ii,2-3)
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? (II.ii,33)

8. That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. (II.ii,43-44)
Parting is such sweet sorrow (II.ii,184)
I have forgot that name and that name's woe. (II.iii,46)

9. In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancor to pure love. (II.iii,90-93)
Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye, shot through the
ear with a love song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bowboy's butt shaft. (II.iv,12-16)

10. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder Which as they kiss consume. (II.iv,9-11)

11. Act III I do protest I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. (III.i,71-72)