Romeo and Juliet

"Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there."

"Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps Thee here in the dark to be his paramour?"

"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!"

"O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

"Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die."

"Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd."

"A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun for sorrow will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd and some punishèd: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

"For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified."

"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied."

"Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign."

"Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: 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 woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day."

"Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."

"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."

"I am the very pink of courtesy."

"Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce."

"A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month."

"Two may keep counsel, putting one away."

"Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings."

"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 sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite."

"Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."

"O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint."

"Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth."

"The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring."

"Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as soon moody to be moved."

"Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes."

"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat."

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

"Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives."

"I am hurt; A plague o' both your houses! I am sped."

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

"Sampson: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Gregory: That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sampson: 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall."

"Sampson: When I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads. Gregory: The heads of the maids? Sampson: Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt."

"Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir. Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sampson: [Aside to to Gregory] Is the law of our side, if I say ay? Gregory: No. Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir."

"Gregory, remember thy swashing blow."

"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee."

"Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate."

"An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east."

"But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, 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."

"Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that which, having, makes them short. Benvolio: In love? Romeo: Out— Benvolio: Of love? Romeo: Out of her favour, where I am in love."

"Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!"

"Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine."

"Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet."

"From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd."

"He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost."

"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."

"This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more."

"One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish."

"Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

"One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."