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"
Juliet 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone; And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, Who lets it hop a little from his hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Romeo I would I were thy bird. Juliet Sweet, so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "a wanton's bird"
Juliet A thousand times good night! [Exit, above] Romeo A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Romeo retiring slowly. Re-Enter Juliet, above] Juliet Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc'ner's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my 'Romeo.' Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "the cave where Echo lies"
Juliet A thousand times good night! [Exit, above] Romeo A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Romeo retiring slowly. Re-Enter Juliet, above] Juliet Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc'ner's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my 'Romeo.' Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: The sport of falconry
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. And yet I would it were to give again. Romeo Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? Juliet But to be frank, and give it thee again, And yet I wish but for the thing I have. 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. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "frank"
Juliet Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "bud of love"
Romeo What shall I swear by? Juliet Do not swear at all, Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Romeo If my heart's dear love — Juliet Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "contract"