R + J Flashcards
β€οΈποΈπ -Romeo
Under loves heavy burden do I sink
β‘οΈπ - Romeo
It is the east and Juliet is the sun
π±π§ βοΈ - Romeo
I fear for my mind missives. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
π°ββοΈ -Juliet
He shall not make me there a joyful bride
πβ€οΈ - Juliet
My bounty as boundless as the sea, my love as deep
π€¬π - Juliet
Do not swear by the moon for she changes constantly
O calmβ¦. - Mercutio
O calm dishonourable vile submission
π₯β€οΈ - Mercutio
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
π¦ π - Mercutio
A plague o both your houses
π€‘ βοΈ - Benvolio
Part fools! Put up your swords
π«π₯for these π₯ days π€¬π©Έ- Benvolio
We shall not scape a brawl, for now these hot days is the made blood stirring
π«ππ§ββοΈβοΈ- Benvolio
The unruly spleen of Tybalt, deaf to peace
βοΈπ‘π€π‘ - Tybalt
Peace, I hate the word as I hate hell, all montagues and thee
π¦π«π€βοΈ - Tybalt
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw
What dares β¦ come hither[β¦] to β¦. at our solemnity - Tybalt
What dares the slave come hither [β¦] to fleer and scorn at our solemnity ?
Go π§ππ΄πβοΈ - Nurse
Go, girl seek happy nights to happy days
If ye should πΏπ€‘ποΈ - Nurse
If he should lead her into a fools paradise
π§ββοΈπ§ββοΈβ¬οΈπ§ββοΈ- Nurse
Stand and you be a man for Julietβs sake, for her sake, rise and stand
π π₯β€οΈ - Friar
Households rancor to pure love
Is π§ββοΈβ€οΈπ¦ - Friar
Is Rosaline that thou didst love so dear, so soon foresaken?
βοΈπ―οΈ - Friar
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax
Hangπβ οΈποΈ - Lord C
Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets
Hang π§³π§ - Lord C
Hang the young baggage, disobedient wretch
My child β¦. In the world - Lord C
My child is but a stranger in the world
π€‘ππͺ¦ - lady C
I would the fool weβre married to her grave
πποΈπ₯ππ₯π - Lady c
That book in manyβs eyes donβt share the glory that in gold clasps locks in the golden story
πππ -Lady C
This sight of death is as a bell that warns my old age to a sepulchre
3 π₯ππ€ - Prince
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word
π²π₯πͺβ²οΈπ©Έ - Prince
You beasts that quench the fire of your pernicious rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins
ππ‘πͺβ€οΈ - Prince
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love