9th Honors English Citations from

Romeo and Juliet

By William Shakespeare

 

Identify the speaker, to whom, the purpose, and explain the meaning of the following citations.  (I. 4. 113 = Act 1, Scene 4, Line 113)

 

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.”  (prologue)

 

 

“What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the world as I hate hell all Montagues, and thee.”  (I. 1. 48-49)

 

 

“A crutch, a crutch! Why do you call for a sword?”  (I. 1. 54)

 

 

“If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.”  (I. 1. 142-143)

 

 

“Alas, that Love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!”  (I. 1. 164-165)

 

 

Tut; I have lost myself’ I am not here. This is not Romeo; he’s some otherwhere.”  (I. 1. 164-165)

 

 

By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.” 

(1. 188-189)

 

 

“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright… Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” (I. 5. 49-51)

 

“For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”  (I. 5. 37)

“Content thee gentle coz, let him alone… And to say truth, Verona Brags of him.”  (I. 5. 49)

 

 

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine…” (I. 5. 76)

 

 

“O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.” (I. 5. 101)

 

 

“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown and known too late!”  (I. 5. 121-122)

 

 

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.”  (II. 1. 23)

 

 

“But soft, what light through that yonder window breaks?”  (II. 2. 2)

 

 

“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.”

 

 

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.” (II. 2. 40-41)

 

 

“I take thee at thy word, call  me but love, and I’ll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.”  (II. 2. 47-49)

 

 

“Young men’s love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.”  (II. 3. 63-64)

“Alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead,… shot through the ear with a love song.. And is he man to encounter Tybalt?” (II. 4. 12-16)

 

“Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence’ cell.” (II. 5. 67)

 

 

“For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in on.” (II. 6. 36-37)

 

 

“But I love thee more than thou canst devise.”  (III. 1. 57)

 

 

“O calm, dishonorable, vile submission.”  (III. 1. 61)

 

 

“I am hurt. A plague on both your houses! I am sped.”  (III. 1. 77)

 

 

“No, tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ‘tis enough, ‘twill serve…”  (III. 1. 82-83)

 

 

“C, I am fortune’s fool!”  (III. 1. 121”

 

 

“What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered and Tybalt dead?”  (III. 2. 47-48)

 

 

“Hence form Verona thou art banished. Be patient, for the world is and thy love.”  (III. 3. 117-118)

 

 

“But like a misbehaved and sullen wench, Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love.”  (III. 3. 117-118)

“Oh fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle…”  (III. 5. 50)

 

“…go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out you baggage…” (III. 5. 141-144)

 

 

“And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue for two and forty hours…”  (IV. 1. 104-105)

 

 

“Romeo, I come! This do I drink to thee.”  (IV. 3. 58)

 

 

“All the things which we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral.”  (IV. 5. 58-59)

 

 

“I could not send it- here it is again- nor get a messenger to bring it thee, so fearful were they of infection.”  (V. 2. 14-16)

 

 

“Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee; Obey and go with me for thou must die.”  (V. 3. 56-57)

 

 

“Ah dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous?”  (V. 3. 56-57)

 

 

“Oh true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” 

(V. 3. 120)

 

 

“Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.”

(V. 3. 169-170)

 

“O brother Montague, give me thy hand.”  (V. 3. 296)

 

“Some shall be pardoned, and some punished, For never was there a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.” (V. 3. 308-310)