Romeo & Juliet (II) (2013)
Douglas Booth: Romeo
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Quotes
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Romeo : If I profane with my unworthiest hand, This holy shrine: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet : Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands do touch. Palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo : Have not saints lips and holy palmers too?
Juliet : Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo : O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet : But, Saints do not move their palms for prayers' sake.
Romeo : Then move not. While my prayer's effect I take.
[kiss]
Romeo : Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Juliet : Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo : Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
[kiss]
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Romeo : But, soft! What light beyond the window breaks? It is the east - and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid are made of far more fair than she. Wait! It is my lady or is my love! O, that she knew she were! The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars, as daylight doth a lamp. And her eyes, set in heaven would give forth such light that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
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Romeo : Lady, by yonder moon, I swear, that tips with silver all the fruit-tree tops...
Juliet : O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in his circled orb, Lest that your love prove likewise variable.
Romeo : What shall I swear by?
Juliet : Do not swear at all. Listen hard, are we too rash, too unadvised, too quick?
Romeo : No. For this bud of love, by summer's breath, will prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. I promise.
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Nurse : Why was the man so rude? He liked to use his tongue as a flame to wound a poor old woman.
Romeo : He's much enamored by the sound of his own voice.
Nurse : And you stand by and suffer such a knave to use me at his pleasure?
Romeo : If I knew any man to use you for his pleasure, my weapon would be quickly out, I swear.
Nurse : Now, before God, I'm so vexed. Every part about me quivers.
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Juliet : Must you be gone? It's not really the dawn. You heard the nightingale and not a lark, I promise. She sings each night sitting in yonder tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo : It was the lark, the herald of the morn. No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Juliet : I do not think the light is daylight yet.
[they kiss]
Romeo : I am content, if you would have it so. I have more to stay, than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How am I with you and say it is not day.
Juliet : [hears birds chirping] It is, it is! Go, now. Be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, of horrid discords and unpleasant sharps. O, hurry now! More light and light it grows.
Romeo : More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
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Apothecary : My poverty, not my will, consents.
Romeo : I pay your poverty and not your will.
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Romeo : Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.
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Romeo : [killed Tybalt] What have I done but murdered my tomorrow?
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Benvolio : Good afternoon, my cousin.
Romeo : Is it so? I thought it should be night.
Benvolio : Not much past four.
Romeo : I am sad, the hours seem long.
Benvolio : What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Romeo : I lack the thing, which if I had it, would make them short.
Benvolio : I see. You're in love.
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Romeo : I dreamed a dream last night.
Mercutio : And so did I.
Romeo : Well, what was yours?
Mercutio : That dreamers often lie.
Romeo : In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Mercutio : O, then, I see Queen Mab has been with you. She is the fairies' midwife and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the fore-finger of an alderman and drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut. And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains and then they dream of love. O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream.
Romeo : Peace, peace, Mercutio! Enough. You talk of nothing.
Mercutio : True. I talk of dreams - which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind.
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Romeo : O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a fine jewel in a Ethiope's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Benvolio : But, what of your love - Rosaline?
Romeo : Did my heart love till now? Forswear the sight. I never saw true beauty till this night.
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Juliet : Go and Good night! And let sweet rest come to you heart and mind within my breast!
Romeo : O, will you leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet : What satisfaction will you have to-night?
Romeo : The exchange of your love's faith for a vow for mine.
Juliet : I gave you mine before you didst request it.
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Juliet : I have forgotten why I called you back.
Romeo : Let me stand here till you remember it.
Juliet : I shall forget, to have thee still stand - remembering how I love thy company.
Romeo : And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.
Juliet : Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow - that is to say good night till it be morrow.
Romeo : Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
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Friar Laurence : God pardon sin! Were you with Rosaline? I pray you were not playing Satan's game.
Romeo : With Rosaline? I have forgot the name.
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Romeo : Have courage, man. The wound 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 to-morrow, you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered. I warrant for this world. What devil came you between us? He stabbed me under your arm.
Romeo : I thought all for the best.
Mercutio : The best intentions pave the way to Hell. Down with the Montagues and Capulets whose angry wars have stolen all my days. A plague on both your houses.
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Romeo : O, I am fortune's fool!
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Friar Laurence : His judgment has more pity than you dread. He seeks to have you banished and not dead.
Romeo : Not banishment. Be merciful, say 'death.' For exile hasn't more terror in his look, much more than death. Do not say 'banishment!'
Friar Laurence : All he asks is that you leave Verona. It's not so much. The world is broad and wide.
Romeo : There is no world beyond the city's walls - just purgatory, torture, hell itself! And exile is another word for death. The Prince's kindness is a golden axe that cuts my head off!
Friar Laurence : Rude, unthankful boy! The Prince, in gentleness, overturns the law! Well, this is sweet mercy and you seest it not?
Romeo : 'Tis torture - and not mercy! Heaven is here, where Juliet lives. And every cat and dog and little mouse, every unworthy thing, Living here in heaven and may look on her; but, Romeo may not!
