“From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
(Chorus, 1.1, 3-4)
“What ho, you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins.”
(Prince, 1.1, 76-78)
“an hour before the worshipped sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east,”
(Benvolio, 1.1, 111-112)
“But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,”
(Montague, 1.1, 127-130)
“Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.”
(Montague, 1.1, 134-135)
Benvolio: “What sadness lengthens Romeo’s
hours?
Romeo: Not having that which, having, makes
them short.”
(1.1, 156-157)
“Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.”
(Benvolio, 1.1, 162-163)
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears,
What is it else? A madness most discreet
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.”
(Romeo, 1.1, 183-187)
“And, in strong proof of chastity well armed,
From love’s weak childish bow she lives
unharmed.”
(Romeo, 1.1, 203-204)
“O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.”
(Romeo, 1.1, 208-209)
“He that is stricken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.”
(Romeo, 1.1, 225-226)
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.”
(Capulet, 1.2, 22-23)
“Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think they swan a crow.”
(Benvolio, 1.2, 86-87)
“One fairer than my love! - the all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.”
(Romeo, 1.2, 92-93)
“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, 1.3, 99-101)
“But let them measure us by what they will,
We’ll measure them a measure and by gone.”
(Benvolio, 1.4, 9-10)
“You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”
(Romeo, 1.4, 14-16)
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”
(Mercutio, 1.4, 27-28)
“I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lights by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.”
(Mercutio, 1.4, 44-47)
“I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,”
(Mercutio, 1.4, 96-98)
“I fear too early, 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.”
(Romeo, 1.4, 106-111)
“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”
(Romeo, 1.5, 49-50)
“Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.”
(Tybalt, 1.5, 86-89)
“My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy.”
(Juliet, 1.5, 135-138)
“But soft, what light through yonder window
breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 44-48)
“Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 55-59)
“O, speak again, bright angle; for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-passing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 68-74)
“O Romeo, Romeo,
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 74-78)
“What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 82-86)
“With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these
walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 108-110)
“I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of they love.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 117-120)
“Dost though love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay’,
And I will take they word. Yet if thou swear’st
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 132-135)
“O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 151-153)
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee
The more I have, for both are infinite.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 175-177)
“Love goes toward love as school boys from their
books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy
looks.”
(Romeo, 2.1, 201-202)
“Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet
sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
(Juliet, 2.1, 229-230)
“Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye
The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry.”
(Friar Laurence, 2.2, 5-6)
“For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but strained from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,
And vice sometime’s by action dignified.”
(Friar Laurence, 2.2, 17-22)
“Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.”
(Friar Laurence, 2.2, 67-68)
“More than Prince of Cats. O, he’s the courageous
captain of compliments. He fights as you sing
prick song:
keeps time, distance and proportion. He rests his
minim rests: one, two, and the third in your
bosom; the very butcher of a silk button. A
duellist, a duellist; a gentlemen of the very first
house of the first and second cause. Ah, the
immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hai.”
(Mercutio, 2.3, 17-23)
“Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan’s the
fairer face.”
(Mercutio, 2.3, 94-95)
“Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-
jills, I am none of his skeans-mates.”
(Nurse, 2.3, 136-137)
“Love’s heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams
Driving back shadows over louring hills.”
(Juliet, 2.4, 4-6)
“But old folks, many feign as they were dead-
Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.”
(Juliet, 2.4, 16-17)
“I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news.”
(Juliet, 2.4, 27)
“These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite.”
(Friar Laurence, 2.5, 9-13)
“Ah, Juliet, if the measure of they joy
Be heaped like mine, and that they skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.”
(Romeo, 2.5, 24-29)
“Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth,
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up some of half my wealth.”
(Juliet, 2.5, 30-34)
“Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.”
(Mercutio, 3.1, 49-50)
“Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this - thou art a villain.”
(Tybalt, 3.1, 55-56)
“No, ‘tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church door, but ‘tis enough. ‘Twill serve. Ask
for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave
man.”
(Mercutio, 3.1, 92-94)
“A plague o’both your houses.
They have made worms’ meat of me.
I have it, and soundly, too. Your houses!”
(Mercutio, 3.1, 101-103)
“That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.”
(Benvolio, 3.1, 112-113)
“This day’s black fate on more days doth depend,
This but begins the woe others must end.”
(Romeo, 3.1, 114-115)
“Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.”
(Romeo, 3.1, 118-119)
“I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding;
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-
bleeding.”
(Prince, 3.1, 182-183)
“Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.”
(Prince, 3.1, 191)
“and when I shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
(Juliet, 3.2, 21-25)
“O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?”
(Juliet, 3.2, 80-82)
“Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit,
For ‘tis a throne where honour may be crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth.”
(Juliet, 3.2, 92-94)
“ ‘Romeo is banished’ -
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death. No words can that woe
sound.”
(Juliet, 3.2, 124-126)
“Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.”
(Friar Laurence, 3.3, 2-3)
“Be merciful, say ‘death’,
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death.”
(Romeo, 3.3, 12-14)
“Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast.”
(Friar Laurence, 3.3, 108-110)
“A pack of blessings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her best array,
But, like a mishaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout’st upon they fortune and thy love.”
(Friar Laurence, 3.3, 140-143)
“Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.”
(Romeo, 3.5, 9-10)
“Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you
baggage,
You tallow-face!”
(Capulet, 3.5, 156-157)
“The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To wanny ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall
Like death when he shuts up the day of life.”
(Friar Laurence, 4.1, 99-101)
“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies upon her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
(Capulet, 4.4, 53-56)
“There is thy gold - worse poison to men’s souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
sell.”
(Romeo, 5.1, 79-81)
“Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.”
(Romeo, 5.3, 92-96)
“O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your
last.
Arms, take your last embrace, and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.”
(Romeo, 5.3, 109-115)
“O happy dagger,
This is thy sheath! There rust, and let me die.”
(Juliet, 5.3, 168-169)
"See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with
hate.”
(Prince, 5.3, 291-292)
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardoned, and some punished.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
(Prince, 5.3, 304-309)
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