Romeo and Juliet (1936)
Norma Shearer: Juliet - Daughter to Capulet
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Quotes
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : 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.
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Romeo - Son to Montague : If I profane with my unworthiest hand, This holy shrine, the gentle find is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo - Son to Montague : Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo - Son to Montague : O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : My only love sprung from my only hate!
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Juliet : O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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Romeo - Son to Montague : [after their first kiss] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Romeo - Son to Montague : Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
[whispers]
Romeo - Son to Montague : Give me my sin again.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words, Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Romeo - Son to Montague : Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo - Son to Montague : What shall I swear by?
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry.
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Romeo - Son to Montague : O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo - Son to Montague : Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone. And yet no further than a wanton's bird, And with a silken thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo - Son to Montague : I would I were thy bird.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night, Give me my Romeo. And when he 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.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then? "Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd." That "banishèd," that one word "banishèd". Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Romeo is banishèd! O, to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead!
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. And believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo - Son to Montague : It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look. Look, 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 - Daughter to Capulet : Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torchbearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.
Romeo - Son to Montague : I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat, The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! How is my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune. O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Art thou gone so? My lord, my love, my friend. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Romeo - Son to Montague : I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve, For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : O God, I have an ill-divining soul. Methinks I see thee now, thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Romeo - Son to Montague : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Go, counselor. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. I'll to the friar to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Farewell!-God knows when we shall meet again.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop, To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.
[kisses Romeo]
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Thy lips are warm.
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Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger, This is thy sheath.
[stabs herself]
Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : There rust and let me die.