Romeo And Juliet Juliet Quotes by William Shakespeare, Emily Rodda, John Heywood and many others.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
for Mercutio’s soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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 punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. 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!
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
Benvolio- “By my head, here come the Capulets.” Mercutio- “By my heel, I care not.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
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. . . .
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself pois’d with herself in either eye;
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
Herself pois’d with herself in either eye;
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
