Best Quotes from Romeo And Juliet by William Shakespeare with Page Numbers

What, ho! you men, you beasts.

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground.

If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create!

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes.

What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

These violent delights have violent ends.

The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!

With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls.

O, sweet, so would I: yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow.

If my heart’s dear love— Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

A plague o’ both your houses!

O, I am fortune’s fool!

This day’s black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe others must end.

O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel!

Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Thy love, thy wit; Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all.

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.

For Tybalt, he was young; But for Romeo, I love him.

If all else fail, myself have power to die.

What must be shall be.

Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, do thou but call my resolution wise.

The tears have got small victory by that; for it was bad enough before their spite.

To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of yonder tower.

She’s not well married that lives married long; but she’s best married that dies married young.

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary on this fair corse.

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d, When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

O, this same thought did but forerun my need; And this same needy man must sell it me.

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.

Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

What more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.