Main Quotes - 100 - Romeo & Juliet

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Chorus

A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?

Lady Capulet

If ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace

Prince Escaeus

Away from light steals home my heavy son,

And private in his chamber pens himself,

Shuts up the windows, locks fair daylight out,

And makes himself an artificial night.

Montague

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

I'll know his grievance, or be much denied

Benvolio

She hath forswarn to love, and in that vow

Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

romeo

But saying o'er what I have said before:

My child is yet a stranger in the world;

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,

Let two more summers wither in their pride,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Capulet

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Paris

And too soon marr'd are those so early made.

The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,

She is the hopeful lady of my earth:

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

My will to her consent is but a part;

Capulet

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Romeo

It is an honor that I dream not of

Juliet

Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you

Here in Verona, ladies of esteem

Are made already mothers. By my count,

I was your mother much upon these years

There you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:

The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Lady Capulet

A man, young lady! lady, such a man

As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.

Nurse

I'll look to like if looking liking move.

But no more deep will I endure mine eye

Than your consent gives strength to make it fly

Juliet

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

nurse

True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Mercutio

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiopia's ear,

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

Romeo

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

Go ask his name: if he be married.

My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Juliet

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.

Juliet

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

Romeo

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,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Romeo

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.

Juliet

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet

Juliet

O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully

Juliet

O, swear not by the moon, the' inconstant moon,

That monthly chances in her circle orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Juliet

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay

And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Juliet

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

That I shall say good night till it be morrow

Juliet

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live

But to the earth some special good doth give.

Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,

And Vice sometime by action dignified.

Friar Lawrence