Romeo and Juliet Quotes

 

ACT ONE

  1. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?

 

  1. I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

 

  1. Is love a tender thing?  It’s too rough, too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

 

  1. If love be rough with you, be rough with love.  Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

 

  1. O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.  She is the fairies’ midwife and she comes in no shape bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman.

 

  1. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe.  A villain, that is hither come inspite to scorn at our solemnity this night.

 

  1. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.  They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

 

  1. You kiss by the book.

 

  1. My only love spring from my only hate!

 

 

ACT TWO

 

  1. 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.

 

  1. Deny thy father and refuse they name!  Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

 

  1. I know not how to tell thee who I am.  My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee.

 

  1. O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

 

  1. O, wilt that leave me so unsatisfied?

 

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

 

  1. These violent delights have violent ends.

 

 

ACT THREE

 

  1. I do protest, I’ve never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

 

  1. I am hurt.  A plaque o’ both your houses!  I am sped.

 

  1. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead!  That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

 

  1. Ah, well-a-day!  He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!  We are undone lady, we are undone.

 

  1. Tybalt is gone and Romeo is banished.  Romeo that killed him, he is banished.

 

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

 

  1. Art thou gone so, my lord, my love, my friend?  I must hear from thee every day in the hour, for a minute there are many days.

 

  1. Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, as one dead in the bottom of the tomb.

 

  1. Indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo till I behold him – dead – is my heart so for a kinsmen vexed.

 

  1. Hang thee, young baggage!  Disobedient wretch!  I tell thee what – get thee to church a Thursday or never after look me in the face.

 

ACT FOUR

 

  1. Happily met, my lady and my wife!

 

  1. What must be shall be.

 

  1. Love give me strength, and strength will help me through.  Goodbye, dear father.

 

  1. O, look!  Methinks I see my cousin’s ghost seeking out Romeo that did spit his body upon a rapier’s point.  Stay, Tybalt, stay!  Romeo, I come!  This do I drink to thee.

 

  1. Alas!  Help!  Help!  My lady’s dead!

 

ACT FIVE

 

  1. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.

 

  1. Here’s to my love!  O true apothecary!  Thy drugs are quick.  Thus with a kiss I die.

 

  1. O comfortable friar!  Where is my lord?  I do remember well where I should be, and there I am.  Where is my Romeo?

 

  1. Yea, noise!  Then I’ll be brief!  O happy dagger!  This is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.

 

  1. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.