Romeo and Juliet Quotes Flashcards
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
Juliet
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet
A plague o’ both your houses!
They have made worms’ meat of me!
Mercutio
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.
Choir
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Juliet
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
Thus with a kiss I die.
Romeo
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.
Romeo
O happy dagger!
Juliet
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.
Juliet
A fool’s paradise.
Nurse
How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Romeo
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Juliet
an hour before the worshipp’d sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.
Benvolio
. . . the weakest goes to the wall.
Sampson
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.
Romeo’s father
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Benvolio
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
Juliet’s mother
For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase.
I’ll be a candle-holder, and look on.
Romeo
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.
Mercutio
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
Mercutio
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy . . . .
Mercutio
For you and I are past our dancing days.
Capulet