Rom N Juju Flashcards
Drink
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here’s drink! I drink to thee!
Wherefore
O, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Woo
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart: my will to her consent is but a part
Much
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love
Like
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move
Sprung
My only love sprung from my only hate
Death
Death lies upon her like an untimely frost.
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
star-crossed
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their lives
woe
For never was a story of such woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Violent
These violent delights have violent ends.
Mercy
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill
dagger
Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath.
There rust and let me die.
Rose
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
High
High forehead, scarlet lip, straight leg and quivering thigh
Prayer
Prayer
Despair
Church
I tell thee what: Get thee to Church o’ Thursday, or never after look me in a the face
Sin
Gentle sin
Sweet
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Rough
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Grave
Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
soft
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Plague
A plague o’ both your houses! They have made worms’ meat of me.
Eyes
Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Alliance
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancour to pure love
Ladder
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.
…
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Deceased
She’s dead, deceased. She’s dead, alack the day!
Age
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Esteem
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my count,
Crutch
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Revive
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!…
Mad blood
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.
…
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Peace
Keep the peace
Benvolio = goodwill
Submission
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!