FRIAR LAURENCE: These violent delights have
violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.
Romeo and Juliet, II, vi
FRIAR LAURENCE: The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so.
Romeo and Juliet, II, vi
FRIAR LAURENCE: Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Romeo and Juliet, II, vi
JULIET: Conceit, more rich in matter than in
words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
Romeo and Juliet, II, vi
BENVOLIO: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's
retire:
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.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
MERCUTIO: Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
MERCUTIO: Men's eyes were made to look, and
let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
MERCUTIO: A plague o' both your houses.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
BENVOLIO: What, art thou hurt?
MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
ROMEO: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
MERCUTIO: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
MERCUTIO: A plague o' both your houses,
They have made worms' meat of me.
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
ROMEO: O, I am fortune's fool!
Romeo and Juliet, III, i
JULIET: So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.
Romeo and Juliet, III, ii
JULIET: O serpent heart, hid with a flowering
face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Romeo and Juliet, III, ii
NURSE: There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Romeo and Juliet, III, ii
JULIET: 'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Romeo and Juliet, III, ii
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hence from Verona art thou
banished.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Romeo and Juliet, III, iii
FRIAR LAURENCE: Adversity's sweet milk,
philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Romeo and Juliet, III, iii
FRIAR LAURENCE: Why rail'st thou on thy birth,
the heaven and earth?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
Romeo and Juliet, III, iii
FRIAR LAURENCE: Happiness courts thee in her
best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Romeo and Juliet, III, iii
CAPULET: And there an end.
Romeo and Juliet, III, iv
JULIET: 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 ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
ROMEO: Night's candles are burnt out, and
jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
JULIET: I must hear from thee every day in the
hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
JULIET: O God, I have an ill-divining
soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
LADY CAPULET: Evermore weeping for your
cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
LADY CAPULET: Therefore, have done: some grief
shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
CAPULET: How now, how now! Chopp'd logic? What is this?
Romeo and Juliet, III, v
JULIET: Chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, i
FRIAR LAURENCE: Take thou this vial, being
then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, i
JULIET: I have a faint cold fear thrills
through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, iii
JULIET: My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, iii
JULIET: Or, if I live, is it not very
like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
Where for these many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd,
Where bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort --
Alack, alack!
Romeo and Juliet, IV, iii
CAPULET: Death lies on her like an untimely
frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, v
CAPULET: Death, that hath ta'en her hence to
make me wail
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, v
CAPULET: All things that we ordained
festival
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Romeo and Juliet, IV, v
PETER: I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do you note me?
Romeo and Juliet, IV, v
ROMEO: Ah me, how sweet is love itself
possess'd
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.
Romeo and Juliet, V, i
ROMEO: Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Romeo and Juliet, V, i
ROMEO: There is thy gold, worse poison to
men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
Romeo and Juliet, V, i
ROMEO: Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
ROMEO: O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
JULIET: Poison, I see, hath been his timeless
end.
O churl. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
LADY CAPULET: O me! This sight of death is as
a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
PRINCE: Capulet, Montague,
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
PRINCE: 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.
Romeo and Juliet, V, iii
RICHARD: The accuser and the accused freely
speak:
High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Richard II, I, i
BOLINGBROKE: Thou art a traitor and a
miscreant,
Too good to be so and too bad to live,
Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
Richard II, I, i
RICHARD: Deep malice makes too deep incision.
Richard II, I, i
RICHARD: Forget, forgive; conclude and be
agreed;
Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Richard II, I, i
MOWBRAY: The purest treasure mortal times
afford
Is spotless reputation: that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Richard II, I, i
GAUNT: All places that the eye of heaven
visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Richard II, I, iii
GAUNT: O, but they say the tongues of dying
men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Richard II, II, i
YORK: Where doth the world thrust forth a
vanity--
So it be new, there's no respect how vile--
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
Richard II, II, i
GAUNT: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot
last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Richard II, II, i
GAUNT: This royal throne of kings, this
scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings.
Richard II, II, i
YORK: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the
earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.
Richard II, II, ii
YORK: But time will not permit: all is
uneven,
And every thing is left at six and seven.
Richard II, II, ii