| Quote |
Speaker |
| "If ever you disturb our streeets again,/ your lives shall pay for the forfeit of peace." |
Prince |
| "Oh, dear account! My life is my foe's debt." |
Romeo |
| "A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?" |
Lady Capulet |
| "What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee." |
Tybalt |
| "That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet." |
Juliet |
| "In one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove/ To turn your households' rancor to pure love." |
Friar Lawrence |
| "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!" |
Romeo |
| "Tis but thy name that is my enemy./ Thou art thyself, though not a Montague." |
Juliet |
| "Parting is such sweet sorrow." |
Juliet |
| "Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast." |
Friar Lawrence |
| "A plague o' both of your houses/ They have made worm's meat of me." |
Mercutio |
| "O , I am fortune's fool!" |
Romeo |
| "Grave where you will, you shall not house with me." |
Capulet |
| "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 ears." |
Juliet |
| "Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man." |
Mercutio |
| "O seprent heart, hid with a flow'ring face/ Did ever dragon keep so fair a cavve?/ Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!" |
Juliet |
| "Go, get thee to they love, as we decreed:/ Ascend to her chamber; hence, and comfort her./ But look thou stay not till the watch be set/ For then thou canst not pass to Mantua." |
Friar Lawrence |
| "Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,/ When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment." |
Juliet |
| "I pray thee, good Mercution, let's retire./ The day is hot, the Capulets are broa, / And, if we meet we shall not scape a brawl,/ For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring." |
Benvolio |
| "Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir." |
Lord Capulet |
| "Come, is the bride ready to go to the church? |
Friar |
| "Pardon, i beseech you!/ Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. |
Juliet |
| "Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. I happy dagger!/ This is thy sheath; there ruse, and let me die." |
Juliet |
