CAPULET. I have seen the day, that I have worn a visor, and could tell a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, such as would please. ROMEO. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 21. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! You kiss by the book. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 44. JULIET. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 106. ROMEO. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. ROMEO. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 1. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, JULIET. Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 24. What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. ROMEO. Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 43. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, ROMEO. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 71. As that vast shore washed by the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 82. JULIET. At lovers' perjuries, they say, Jove laughs. JULIET. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 92. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. JULIET. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 109. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, ROMEO. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 133. All this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Love ROMEO. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 140. goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Sleep dwell breast! ROMEO. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 156. upon thine eyes, peace in thy 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! FRIAR. Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 187. For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Act 2, Sc. 3, l. 17. FRIAR. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, MERCUTIO. Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 22. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. MERCUTIO. Act 2, Sc. 4, l. 53. A plague o' both the houses! I am sped. MERCUTIO. Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 84. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. JULIET. Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 90. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! JULIET. Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 73. O nature! what hadst thou to do in hell FRIAR. Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, ROMEO. Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 80. Act 3, Sc. 3, 1. 2. Banished? O friar! the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it. Act 3, Sc. 3, 1. 46. FRIAR. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. ROMEO. Act 3, Sc. 3, l. 55. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. CAPULET. Act 3, Sc. 5, 1. 7. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost ROMEO. Act 4, Sc. 5, 1. 27. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; ROMEO. Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 3. Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 69. Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 91. ROMEO. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars last! Eyes, look your Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you, Thus with a kiss I die. Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 108. TIMON OF ATHENS. POET. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 15. |