Romeo and Juliet (1968)

Olivia Hussey: Juliet

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Quotes 

• Juliet : Yea, noise! Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.

• Juliet : That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

• Juliet : My only love sprung from my only hate!

  [shakes her head] 

  Juliet : Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Oh, prodigious birth of love it is to me... that I must love a loathed enemy!

• Juliet : Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

• Juliet : Love give me strength.

  [she drinks the potion] 

• The Nurse : Shame come to Romeo!

  Juliet : [scurrying to her feet]  Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish! He was not born for shame! Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit!

  The Nurse : Would you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

  Juliet : Should I speak ill of him that is my husband?

• Juliet : [as her lover Romeo is out of bed]  Would thou be gone?

  [sighs] 

  Juliet : It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.

• Juliet : Come! What says Romeo?

  The Nurse : [closes door, smiles:]  Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

  Juliet : I have.

  The Nurse : Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence's cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife.

  [as Juliet laughs happily, holds her face:] 

  The Nurse : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.

  [laughs] 

  The Nurse : They'll be in scarlet straight at any news!

  [as Juliet runs off:] 

  The Nurse : Hie you to church! I'll to dinner.

  Juliet : Honest nurse, farewell!

  [on her way] 

• Juliet : Yond light is not daylight. I know it, I.

  [chuckles] 

  Juliet : Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.

  Romeo : Oh, let me be taken,

  [Juliet giggles as he jumps onto her] 

  Romeo : let me be put to death. I am content, so thou will 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. Oh, I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome, Juliet wills it so.

  Juliet : [eyes widen in alarm]  It *is!* It *is!* Hie hence, be gone, away! Romeo, it *is!*

  [jumps out of bed] 

  Juliet : It is the lark that sings so out of tune, straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division. Oh, this doth not so, for she divideth us. So, now be gone. More light and light it grows.

  Romeo : More light and light. More dark and dark our woes!

  [kisses Juliet passionately, with fervent desperation]