Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Quote ID

"Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir".

Chorus

"Being held a foe, he may not have access to breathe such vows as lovers use to swear, and she as much in love, her means much less"

Chorus

But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

Chorus

"Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find that center out".

Romeo

"Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh".

Mercutio

"I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, by her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, … the demesnes that there adjacent lie,"

Mercutio

"This cannot anger him… My invocation is fair and honest… I conjure only but to raise him up".

Mercutio

"Blind is his love and best befits the dark".

Benvolio

"If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree and wish his mistress were that kind of fruit".

Mercutio

"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."

Romeo

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return… As daylight doth a lamp;"

Romeo

Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name,"

Juliet

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet".

Juliet

"My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound".

Juliet

"What love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me".

Romeo

"He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise".

Romeo

"O, swear by not the moon, th' inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable".

Juliet

"Swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry,"

Juliet

"I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning,"

Juliet

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite".

Juliet

"Thy purpose marriage… 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

"A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks".

Romeo

Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud, else would I tear the cave where Echo lies".

Juliet

"Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say "Good night" till it be morrow".

Juliet

"From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, the day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,"

Friar Lawrence

"The Earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; what is her burying grave, that is her womb;

Friar Lawrence

"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometime by action dignified".

Friar Lawrence

"…As well as herbs--grace and rude will; and where the worser is predominant, full soon the canker death eats up the plant".

Friar Lawrence

"Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure thou art uproused with some distemp'rature,"

Friar Lawrence

"That's by me wounded. Both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, my intercession likewise steads my foe".

Romeo

"As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, and all combined, save what thou must combine by holy marriage. When and where and how we met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today".

Romeo

"Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes… How much salt water thrown away in waste to season love, that of it doth not taste!"

Friar Lawrence

"For this alliance may so happy prove to turn you households' rancor to pure love".

Friar Lawrence

"Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so that he will sure run mad".

Mercutio

"Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft".

Mercutio

"…these fashion-mongers, these pardon-me 's who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O their bones, their bones!"

Mercutio

"O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness".

Romeo

"Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan's the fairer face".

Mercutio

"I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse".

Romeo

"if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you".

Nurse

"Farewell, ancient lady. Farewell, lady, lady, lady".

Mercutio

"I warrant you, I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side".

Peter

"Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word".

Nurse

"Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell be shrived and married".

Romeo

"Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?"

Nurse

"…Driving back shadows over louring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, and therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings".

Juliet

"My words would bandy her to my sweet love… But old folks, many feign as they were dead, unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead".

Juliet

"Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily. If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news by playing to me with so sour a face".

Juliet

"Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's, and for a hand and a foot and a body… he is not the flower of courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb".

Nurse

"How oddly thou repliest: 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman, Where is your mother?'"

Juliet

"To fetch a ladder by which your love must climb a bird's nest soon when It is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, but your shall bear the burden soon at night".

Nurse

"So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not".

Friar Lawrence

"Do thou but close our hands with holy words, then love-devouring death do hat he dare, it is enough I may but call her mine".

Romeo

"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss consume".

Friar Lawrence

"Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy too slow".

Friar Lawrence

"A lover may bestride the gossamers that idles in the wanton summer air, and yet not fall, so light is vanity".

Friar Lawrence

"If the measure of thy joy be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more to blazon on it, then sweeten with thy breath this neighbor air,"

Romeo

"Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament".

Juliet

"But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth".

Juliet

"Come, come with me, and we will make short work, for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till Holy Church incorporate two in one".

Friar Lawrence

"And, as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out".

Nurse

"For the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing".

Nurse

"But first let me tell you, if you should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior,"

Nurse

"Do you not see that I am out of breath?"

Nurse

"In man as well as herbs---grace and rude will;"

Friar Lawrence

"Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift".

Friar Lawrence

"The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasimes, these new tuners of accent: 'By Jesu, a very good blade!'"

Mercutio