Act 3 - Romeo & Juliet - Quotes

"Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!"

Mercutio

"We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us."

Benvolio

"And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow."

Mercutio

"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Mercutio

"But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before to field. he'll be your follower. Your Worship in that sense may call him 'man'."

Mercutio

"Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: thou art a villain."

Tybalt

"Well peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man."

Tybalt

"Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not."

Romeo

"No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough. 'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses!"

Mercutio

"Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain, And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die."

Benvolio

"He is a kinsman to the Montague. Affection makes him false; he speaks not true. Some twenty of the, fought in his black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live."

Lady Capulet

"Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither."

Nurse

"Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo To comfort you. I wot well where he is. Hark you, your Romeo will be here at night. I'll to him. He is hid at Lawrence' cell."

Nurse

"A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: Not body's death, but body's banishment."

Friar Lawrence

"Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say 'death', For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. Do not say 'banishment'."

Romeo

"Here from Verona art thou banishèd. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide."

Friar Lawrence

"There art thou happy. Would kill thee, that thou slewest Tybalt: there art thou happy. The law that threatened death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile: there art happy. But, like a misbehaved and sullen wrench, Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love. Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable."

Friar Lawrence

"Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. Ascend her chamber. Hence and comfort her. But look thou stay not till the watch be set, For then thou canst not pass to Mantua, Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation."

Friar Lawrence

"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear."

Juliet

"My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow."

Paris

"Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.― Farewell, my lord.―Light to my chamber, ho!― Afore me, it is so very late that we May call it early by and by.―Good night."

Capulet

"It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die."

Romeo

"Let me be ta'en; let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon gray is not the morning's eye; 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow."

Romeo

"Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come death and welcome. Juliet wills it so. How is 't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day."

Romeo

"Now, by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride! I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo."

Juliet

"I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet, and when I do I swear It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. There are news indeed!"

Juliet

"Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church shall happily make thee there a joyful bride."

Lady Capulet