Romeo and Juliet Quotes

Juliet: Love give me strength.

[she drinks the potion]

[enter Juliet above at a window]

Romeo: But soft. What light through yonder window breaks?

Gregory: Do you quarrel , Sir?

Abraham: Quarrel, Sir? No, Sir.

[last lines]

Narrator: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Lady Capulet: I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give! Romeo slew Tybalt... Romeo must not live!

The Prince: Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Lord Montague: Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end - the life of Tybalt!

The Prince: And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.

Benvolio: By my head, here comes the Capulets.

Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate!

[shakes her head]

Juliet: Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Oh, prodigious birth of love it is to me... that I must love a loathed enemy!

Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

[draws sword]

Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.

Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.

Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!

Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe!

Lord Capulet: Hmmm?

Tybalt: A villain that hath come in spite / To scorn at our solemnity this night!

Lord Capulet: Young Romeo, is it?

Mercutio: Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? If thou makes us minstrels, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick

[draws sword]

Mercutio: ; here's that will make you dance. Zounds, consort!

Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?

Gregory: No.

Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?

Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

Sampson: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

Abraham: No better.

Sampson: Well, sir.

Gregory: Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sampson: Yes, better, sir.

Abraham: You lie.

Sampson: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

The Prince: Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.

The Prince: [Steps forward] All are punished!

Romeo: [at masquerade, looking at Juliet across crowded room] She doth teach the torches to burn bright.

[soft sigh]

Romeo: It seems she hangs on the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear.

[soft sigh]

Romeo: So shows a showy dove, trooping with crows... as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

[takes off his mask]

Romeo: Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

The Nurse: Shame come to Romeo!

Juliet: [scurrying to her feet] Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish! He was not born for shame! Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit!

The Nurse: Would you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

Juliet: Should I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Juliet: [as her lover Romeo is out of bed] Would thou be gone?

[sighs]

Juliet: It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.

[first lines]

Narrator: Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their deaths bury their parents' strife.