Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Quotes

Chorus But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet
Romeo He jests at scars that never felt a wound
Juliet What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet
Juliet O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
Romeo A thousand times the worse to want thy light
Romeo Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks
Friar Lawrence The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb; And from her womb of divers kind
Friar Lawrence O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities
Friar Lawrence Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometime by action dignified
Friar Lawrence Within the infant rind of this weak flower, poison hath residence and medicine power
Friar Lawrence In man as well as herbs- grace and rude will
Romeo Where on a sudden one hath wounded me that by me wounded
Friar Lawrence Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift
Romeo Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet
Romeo I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today
Friar Lawrence Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Friar Lawrence Young men’s hearts then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Friar Lawrence Women may fall when there’s no strength in men
Friar Lawrence In one respect I’ll thy assistant be, For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households’ rancor to pure love
Friar Lawrence Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Mercutio More than the prince of cats. O, he’s the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests, one, two, and the third in your bosom – the very butcher of a silk button, a duelist, a duelist, a gentlemen of the very first house of the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay!
Mercutio The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasimes, these new tuners of accent: “By Jesu, a very good blade! a very tall man! A very good *****!” Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these “pardon-me”‘s, who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O their bones, their bones!
Romeo Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell be shrived and married
Friar Lawrence So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not
Friar Lawrence These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. To swift arrives as tardy too slow
Friar Lawrence Till Holy Church incorporate two in one
Romeo But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
Juliet O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Juliet ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy
Juliet What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee
Romeo Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike
Romeo For stony limits cannot hold love out
Romeo He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes
Juliet Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeck, for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight
Juliet Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo, but else not for the world
Juliet I’ll prove more true than those that have more coying to be strange
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 O, blessed, blessed night!
Romeo Being in night, all this is but a dream
Romeo If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I’ll procure to come to thee
Romeo By the hour of nine
Juliet Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.
Romeo Sleep dwells upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast, would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest, hence will I go to my ghostly friar’s close cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.