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'But soft! What light through
yonder
window
breaks?' -
Romeo
, Act 2 S 2
'My
bounty
is as boundless as the sea' -
Juliet
, Act 2 S 2
'Juliet is the sun' - Romeo, Act
2
S
2
'Did my
heart
love
till now?' -
Romeo
, Act 1 S
5
'My only
love
sprung
from my only
hate
!' - Juliet, Act 1 S 5
'These
violent
delights
have
violent
ends.'
- Friar
Lawrence
, Act 2 S 6
'For never was a
story
of more
woe
that this of
Juliet
and her Romeo.' -
Prince
'O
brawling
love
, o loving
hate.'
- Romeo
'Wiseley
and slow, they
stumble
that
run fast.'
- Friar
'My
lips
, two
blushing pilgrims.'
- Romeo
'Dear saint
, let
lips
do what hands do.' -
Romeo
'Defy thy name and I shall no longer be a Capulet.' - Juliet
'O
speak
again
,
bright
angel.' - Romeo
'Fetch me my
rapier
, boy!' -
Tybalt
'Wherefore
art thou
Romeo
?' - Juliet
'Ancient
grudge.' - Prologue
'Prince of cats.'
- Tybalt
'Turn
and
draw.'
- Tybalt
'Thou art a
villain.'
-
Tybalt
'A
plague
o both your
houses
!' -
Mercutio
'Dreamers
often lie.' -
Mercutio
'I defy you, stars!'
-
Romeo
'I am fortune's fool.'
- Romeo
'Take
their
life.'
- Prologue
'Where
civil blood
makes civil hands
unclean.'
- Prologue
'Death
mark'd love.' - Prologue
'Fatal loins
of these
two foes.'
- Prologue
'She doth teach the
torches
to burn bright!' -
Romeo
'O
happy
dagger
!' - Juliet
'If love be
rough
with
you, be
rough
with love.' -
Mercutio
'Love
hath made thee a
tame snake.' Mercutio
'Thy drugs are quick.
Thus
with
a
kiss
I die.' - Romeo
'Peace
? I
hate
the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee.' - Tybalt
'You are a
saucy
boy.' -
Lord Capulet
'Beg,
starve
, die in the streets.' -
Lord Capulet
'Go girl, seek
happy
nights to
happy
days.' - Nurse
'Thou wast the
prettiest
babe I e'er
nursed
, and I might live to see her
married
once.' - Nurse
'I think you are
happy
in this
second
match, for it
excels
your
first.' -
Nurse
'Never was seen so
black
a
day
as this.' -
Nurse
'I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's
retire
: the day is hot, the Capulets abroad, and if we meet, we shall not escape a
brawl.'
- Benvolio