Post by Buffy Dumbledore on May 15, 2006 12:59:39 GMT 10
Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!
Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.
Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!
Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.
Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear for the can afford no better term than this... thou art a villain
Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.
Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?
Romeo: Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night.
Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!
Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!
Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious self which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.
Romeo: I am Fortune's Fool!
Juliet: You kiss by the book.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Romeo: Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, I never saw true beauty 'till this night.
Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do!
Juliet: 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.
Anchorwoman: 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-crossed lovers take their life.
Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[to Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting]
Captain Prince: Rebellious subjects! Enemies to peace! Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
Captain Prince: Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and you, Montague... if ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Captain Prince: All are punished!
Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: And what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie
Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.
Sampson: I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Romeo: Tempt not a desperate man!
Romeo: Did I defy you, stars!
Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Romeo: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.
Romeo: Be satisfied!
Tybalt: What would you have with me?
Mercutio: Good King of Cats, only one of your nine lives!
Romeo: [To Tybalt] Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!
Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.
Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!
Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.
Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.
Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear for the can afford no better term than this... thou art a villain
Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.
Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?
Romeo: Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night.
Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!
Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!
Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious self which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.
Romeo: I am Fortune's Fool!
Juliet: You kiss by the book.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Romeo: Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, I never saw true beauty 'till this night.
Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do!
Juliet: 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.
Anchorwoman: 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-crossed lovers take their life.
Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[to Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting]
Captain Prince: Rebellious subjects! Enemies to peace! Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
Captain Prince: Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and you, Montague... if ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Captain Prince: All are punished!
Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: And what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie
Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.
Sampson: I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Romeo: Tempt not a desperate man!
Romeo: Did I defy you, stars!
Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Romeo: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.
Romeo: Be satisfied!
Tybalt: What would you have with me?
Mercutio: Good King of Cats, only one of your nine lives!
Romeo: [To Tybalt] Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!
