Romeo and Juliet Quote ID Flashcards
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Prince, /Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law, /And turned that black word “death” to “banishment.” This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not
Friar Lawrence talking to Romeo
A great power than we can contradict /Hath thwarted out intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; /And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee /Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. /Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. /Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.
Friar talking to Juliet
Her nurse is privy; and if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed some hour before his time Unto the rigor of severest law
Friar Lawrence explaining the situation after the tragedy
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you
Nurse and her wordplay
This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier boy. What! Dares the slave Come hither, covered with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Tybalt at the Capulet Party
Patience perforce with willful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.
Tybalt at the capulet party
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
Tybalt
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s Sups the fair Rosaline who thou so loves; with all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattained eye, compare her face with some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Benvolio to Rome
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.
Benvolio to Tybalt
Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning; One pain is less’ned by another’s anguish; turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; one desperate grief cures with another’s languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of the old will die.
Benvolio to Romeo
Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives. That I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me here-after, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out
Mercutio
A plague a both your houses!
Mercutio before he died
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Mercutio to Romeo
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccata caries it away. Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
Mercutio to Tybalt
I’ll look to like, if looking living move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly
Juliet to Lady Capulet
