Speeches (Lines) for Lady Capulet
in "Romeo and Juliet"

Total: 45

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1

I,1,94

A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

2

I,3,381

Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

3

I,3,390

This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

4

I,3,395

She's not fourteen.

5

I,3,400

A fortnight and odd days.

6

I,3,434

Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

7

I,3,448

Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?

8

I,3,454

Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

9

I,3,462

Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

10

I,3,464

What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
For fair without the fair within to hide:
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.

11

I,3,481

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

12

I,3,490

We follow thee.
[Exit Servant]
Juliet, the county stays.

13

III,1,1663

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
O cousin, cousin!

14

III,1,1694

He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

15

III,4,2068

I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

16

III,5,2166

[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?

17

III,5,2171

Why, how now, Juliet!

18

III,5,2173

Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

19

III,5,2179

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.

20

III,5,2183

Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

21

III,5,2186

That same villain, Romeo.

22

III,5,2190

That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

23

III,5,2193

We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

24

III,5,2209

Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

25

III,5,2213

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.

26

III,5,2218

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

27

III,5,2230

Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.

28

III,5,2246

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!

29

III,5,2265

Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

30

III,5,2287

You are too hot.

31

III,5,2317

Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

32

IV,2,2533

No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

33

IV,2,2536

We shall be short in our provision:
'Tis now near night.

34

IV,3,2555

What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

35

IV,3,2562

Good night:
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

36

IV,4,2613

Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

37

IV,4,2625

Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.

38

IV,5,2671

What noise is here?

39

IV,5,2673

What is the matter?

40

IV,5,2675

O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.

41

IV,5,2681

Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

42

IV,5,2688

O woful time!

43

IV,5,2702

Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!

44

V,3,3164

The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.

45

V,3,3179

O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

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