Romeo and Juliet - Key Quotes Flashcards
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward!
Tybalt, A1S1, 63-65
She’s the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part,
Capulet, A1S2, 15-17
The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since the first world begun.
Romeo, A1S2, 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, A1S3, 98-100
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Romeo, A1S4, 25-26
For my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Romeo, A1S4, 106-107
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty until this night.
Romeo, A1S5, 50-51
I will withdraw. But this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.
Tybalt, A1S5, 89-90
My only love, sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Juliet, A1S5, 136-137
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, A2S2, 33-36
With love’s light wings did I o’er perch these walls.
Romeo, A2S2, 66
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Juliet, A2S2, 116-118
Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Friar, A2S3, 63-64
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.
Friar, A2S3, 87-88
Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
Capulet, A3S5, 151-152
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speakest speak not of remedy.
Juliet, A4S1, 66-67
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Juliet, A4S2, 21
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
Juliet, A4S3, 15-16
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Capulet, A4S5, 28-29