Romeo and Juliet Quotes Flashcards

1
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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet.

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Juliet

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O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

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Juliet

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3
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A plague o’ both your houses!

They have made worms’ meat of me!

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Mercutio

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4
Q

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

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Romeo

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5
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A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.

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Choir

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6
Q

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

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Juliet

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7
Q

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

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Romeo

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8
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Thus with a kiss I die.

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Romeo

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Q

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear.

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Romeo

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10
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O happy dagger!

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Juliet

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11
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Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

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Juliet

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12
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A fool’s paradise.

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Nurse

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13
Q

How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

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Romeo

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14
Q

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

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Juliet

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15
Q

an hour before the worshipp’d sun

Peered forth the golden window of the east.

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Benvolio

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16
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. . . the weakest goes to the wall.

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Sampson

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17
Q

As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

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Romeo’s father

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18
Q

He that is strucken blind cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

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Benvolio

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19
Q

That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

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Juliet’s mother

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20
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For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase.

I’ll be a candle-holder, and look on.

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Romeo

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21
Q

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.

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Mercutio

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22
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Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,

Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.

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Mercutio

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23
Q

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy . . . .

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Mercutio

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24
Q

For you and I are past our dancing days.

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Capulet

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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; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Romeo
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If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Romeo
27
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her | Shall have the chinks.
Nurse
28
My only love sprung from my only hate! | Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Juliet
29
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, | When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!
Mercutio
30
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Romeo
31
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo
32
. . . stony limits cannot hold love out, | And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Romeo
33
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye | Than twenty of their swords!
Romeo
34
. . . At lovers’ perjuries, They say, | Jove laughs.
Juliet
35
. . . swear by thy gracious self, | Which is The god of my idolatry.
Juliet
36
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, | Like softest music to attending ears!
Romeo
37
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, | And where care lodges, sleep will never lie
Friar Lawrence
38
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Friar Lawrence
39
Stabbed with a white wench’s black eye.
Mercutio
40
O, he is the courageous captain of compliments.
Mercutio
41
One, two, and the third in your bosom.
Mercutio
42
flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!
Mercutio
43
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Romeo
44
My man ’s as true as steel.
Romeo
45
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; | Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Friar Lawrence
46
These violent delights have violent ends.
Friar Lawrence
47
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Juliet
48
Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds.
Juliet's Father
49
It is the lark that sings so out of tune, | Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Juliet
50
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day | Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Romeo
51
It was the nightingale, and not the lark, | That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear
Juliet
52
The damned use that word in hell.
Romeo
53
Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe.
Romeo
54
thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
Mercutio
55
make it a word and a blow
Mercutio
56
Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot | Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint
Friar Lawrence
57
I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells.
Romeo
58
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here's drink—I drink to thee.
Juliet
59
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Benvolio
60
Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy.
Friar Lawrence