My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
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.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love... 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
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.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
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