- If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. —In his first words to Juliet, Romeo, holding her hand, wittily begs permission to kiss her hand.
- He jests at scars that never felt a wound. —Romeo, after listening to Mercutio scoff at him for being in love, comments that the only reason Mercutio can jest is because he has never been in love.
- But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. —Upon first seeing Juliet at her window, Romeo says that her beauty shines like the sun.
- See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! —Watching Juliet at her window, Romeo longs for her.
- Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, ’t is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but ’t is enough, ’t will serve. —After Mercutio has been fatally wounded by Tybalt, Romeo tries to be optimistic, but Mercutio wittily tells him the dreadful truth.
- they may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. —Romeo envies the flies that can visit Juliet, when he cannot.
- Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! —Just before he takes the poison, takes his farewell of Juliet with a kiss.
- beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. —Looking upon Juliet, whom he believes to be dead, Romeo notices that she still has beautiful color.
- O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. —Having fought with Paris and killed him, Romeo speaks to him as to fallen brother-in-arms, and carries him into the tomb.
- Apothecary. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Romeo. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. —The apothecary reluctantly agrees to sell the poison.
- The world is not thy friend nor the world’s law. —Romeo argues that the apothecary shouldn't feel bound by the law, since the law doesn't protect him.
- I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells. —After hearing that Juliet is dead, Romeo seeks out poison.
- My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne. —In Mantua, Romeo is in a good mood because of a dream he had in which a kiss from Juliet revived him from death; therefore love, his "bosom's lord" sits happily in "his throne," Romeo's heart.
- Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. —Romeo tells Juliet that the night is gone, and day has come.
- Taking the measure of an unmade grave. —Refusing to be comforted by the news that he is only banished, Romeo throws himself onto the floor as if he were throwing himself into his own grave.
- O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! —Upon first seeing Juliet, Romeo is struck into wonderment by her beauty.
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