Juliet O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse It did, it did, alas the day, it did! Juliet O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb, Despisèd substance of divinest show, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damnèd saint, an honorable villain. O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet [Exit] Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?"
Juliet O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse It did, it did, alas the day, it did! Juliet O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb, Despisèd substance of divinest show, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damnèd saint, an honorable villain. O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet [Exit] Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!"
Juliet What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered, and is Tybalt dead, My dearest cousin and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom, For who is living, if those two are gone? Nurse Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banishèd; Romeo that killed him, he is banishèd. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "trumpet" and "doom"
Juliet What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but 'Ay,' And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I if there be such an 'I,' Or those eyes shut that make thee answer 'Ay.' If he be slain, say 'Ay,' or if not, 'No.' Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "cockatrice"
Juliet Come gentle night, come loving black-browed night, Give me my Romeo; and when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "die"
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 tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "grave"
Mercutio Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tybalt What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "king of cats"
Benvolio An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mercutio The fee-simple! O simple! Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "fee-simple"
Mercutio egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling. Thou hast Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "beaten as addle as an egg"
Romeo Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. Read more about Act 2, Scene 6: Popup Note Index Item: "measure"
