Romeo and Juliet quotations Flashcards
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Two households
both alike in dignity,
Where civil blood makes
civil hands unclean.
A pair of star-cross’d lovers
take their life
Do with their death bury
their parents’ strife.
A dog of the house
of Montague moves me.
The quarrel is between
our masters and us their men.
My naked weapon is out:
quarrel, I will back thee.
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is
a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Part, fools!
Put up your
swords; you know not what you do.
What, art thou drawn among these
heartless hinds?
I do but keep the
peace: put up thy sword,
What, drawn, and talk
I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
A crutch, a crutch!
why call you for a sword?
Throw your mistemper’d weapons
to the ground,
Three civil brawls,
bred of an airy word,
Your lives shall pay
the forfeit of the peace.
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight
out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Ay me! sad hours
seem long.
Why, then, O brawling love!
O loving hate!
O heavy lightness!
serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos
of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke,
cold fire,
sick health!
Love is a smoke raised
with the fume of sighs;
O, teach me how
I should forget to think
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.
My child is yet
a stranger in the world;
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think
her ripe to be a bride.
Younger than she
are happy mothers made.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
Shut up in prison,
kept without my food, Whipp’d and tormented
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
We must talk in secret:
nurse, come back again;
LADY CAPULET How stands your disposition to be married?
JULIET
It is an honour that I dream not of.
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.
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles
I have a soul of lead
Is love a tender thing?
it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous,
and it pricks like thorn.
If love be rough with you,
be rough with love;
O, she doth teach
the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon
the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel
in an Ethiope’s ear;
Did my heart love till now?
forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
This, by his voice,
should be a Montague.
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
CAPULET
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
TYBALT
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
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 bitter gall.
Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.
Go ask his name: if he be married.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
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.
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,
It is my lady, O,
it is my love!
See, how she leans
her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove
upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
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.
What’s in a name?
that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
My name, dear saint,
is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
And the place death,
considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
If they do see thee,
they will murder thee.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
