Speeches (Lines) for Benvolio
in "Romeo and Juliet"
Total: 64

1

I,1,76

Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

2

I,1,82

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.

3

I,1,127

Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.

4

I,1,139

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

5

I,1,163

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

6

I,1,165

Have you importuned him by any means?

7

I,1,177

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

8

I,1,182

Good-morrow, cousin.

9

I,1,184

But new struck nine.

10

I,1,187

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

11

I,1,189

In love?

12

I,1,191

Of love?

13

I,1,193

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

14

I,1,209

No, coz, I rather weep.

15

I,1,211

At thy good heart's oppression.

16

I,1,223

Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

17

I,1,227

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

18

I,1,229

Groan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.

19

I,1,234

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

20

I,1,236

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

21

I,1,246

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

22

I,1,254

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

23

I,1,256

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.

24

I,1,268

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

25

I,2,319

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

26

I,2,326

For what, I pray thee?

27

I,2,328

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

28

I,2,359

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

29

I,2,371

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

30

I,4,499

The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But let them measure us by what they will;
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

31

I,4,529

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.

32

I,4,606

This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

33

I,4,616

Strike, drum.

34

I,5,748

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

35

II,1,800

Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

36

II,1,803

He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.

37

II,1,821

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

38

II,1,829

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

39

II,1,841

Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.

40

II,4,1161

Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

41

II,4,1164

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

42

II,4,1167

Romeo will answer it.

43

II,4,1169

Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
dares, being dared.

44

II,4,1176

Why, what is Tybalt?

45

II,4,1186

The what?

46

II,4,1197

Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

47

II,4,1248

Stop there, stop there.

48

II,4,1250

Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

49

II,4,1257

Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

50

II,4,1282

She will indite him to some supper.

51

III,1,1499

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

52

III,1,1508

Am I like such a fellow?

53

III,1,1512

And what to?

54

III,1,1529

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

55

III,1,1532

By my head, here come the Capulets.

56

III,1,1547

We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

57

III,1,1596

What, art thou hurt?

58

III,1,1624

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

59

III,1,1629

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

60

III,1,1643

Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

61

III,1,1648

Why dost thou stay?

62

III,1,1653

There lies that Tybalt.

63

III,1,1659

O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

64

III,1,1669

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.