Quotes from Lord Capulet

She is the hopeful lady of my earth.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

My child is yet a stranger in the world.

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.

I tell thee what: get thee to church a Thursday.

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.

Too soon marred are those so early made.

My will to her consent is but a part.

My child is yet a stranger in the world.

When the sun sets, the stars come out to play.

In one respect, I’ll thy assistant be.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

And too soon marred are those so early made.

And too soon marred are those so early made.

My child is yet a stranger in the world.

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.

I am glad on ‘t; this is well.

What, lamb! What ladybird!

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.

An eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye.

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.

Doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud?

I would the fool were married to her grave!

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

Am I the master here, or you?

Be quiet, or—

Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!

Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

Quotes from Lord Capulet part 2

That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’

Out, you baggage!

Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets!

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Soft! Take me with you, take me with you, wife.

Come, death, and welcome Juliet wills it so.

Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

So many guests invite as here are writ.

My will to her consent is but a part.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender.

But now I’ll tell tale for me.

We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf.

This is the matter—Nurse, give leave a while.

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread.