Romeo and Juliet Quotes
When the now famous "star crossed lovers" of two feuding families meet, forbidden love ensues.
Narrator: 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.
Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory: No.
Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?
Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abraham: No better.
Sampson: Well, sir.
Gregory: Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sampson: Yes, better, sir.
Abraham: You lie.
Sampson: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abraham: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory: No.
Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?
Abraham: Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abraham: No better.
Sampson: Well, sir.
Gregory: Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sampson: Yes, better, sir.
Abraham: You lie.
Sampson: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
[draws sword]
Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
[draws sword]
Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt: [laughs] What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
Lady Capulet: I beg for justice, which thou prince must give! Romeo slew Tybalt... Romeo must not live!
The Prince: Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Lord Montague: Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end-the life of Tybalt!
The Prince: And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.
The Prince: Romeo slew him... He slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Lord Montague: Not Romeo, Prince! He was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end-the life of Tybalt!
The Prince: And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence! Let Romeo hence in haste... Else, when he is found... that hour is his last.
