Benvolio Quotes

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio

Was I not always his right-hand man, his lieutenant? Banquo or Benvolio or Oliver - little difference.

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Benvolio had never been in love, and he was certain that he was not now. When he compared the turmoil Rosaline provoked in him to Romeo’s sighing, poetical ardor, he found they had little in common. He felt no urge to write sonnets, nor to moan her name and weep. That was love. This was—irritating. No

He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. "Look, whatever your name is..." Benvolio Montague." Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something." He smile, thinking himself clever. "Come on, what do you say?" Benvolio raised an eyebrow. "I am begining to believe that you are insane.

James looked up, looked right at me. He seemed surprised to see me standing there, though I didn’t know for the life of me why he should be. Was I not always his right-hand man, his lieutenant? Banquo or Benvolio or Oliver—little difference.

Would you change the ending, if you could? What if Benvolio came forward and said, 'I killed Tybalt. It was me.

No, coz, I rather weep. - Benvolio

Perhaps one day I’d be made a saint—the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same.

Escalus, Prince of Verona. Paris, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. Montague,}Heads of two Houses at variance with each other. Capulet, } An Old Man, Uncle to Capulet. Romeo, Son to Montague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love.

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? ROMEO: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. BENVOLIO: In love? ROMEO: Out— BENVOLIO: Of love? ROMEO: Out of her favour, where I am in love. BENVOLIO: Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! ROMEO: Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

Suis mon conseil : cesse de penser à elle. ROMÉO : Oh ! apprends-moi comment je puis cesser de penser. BENVOLIO : En rendant la liberté à tes yeux : examine d’autres beautés.

After weeks of working on that Benvolio essay, I have the character’s quote memorized: Soft! I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Benvolio: Delirdin mi Romeo? Romeo: Deli değilim, ama daha beter bağlıyım bir deliden; Zindana kapatılmışım, aç susuz bırakılmışım, İşkence edilip kırbaçlanmışım.

Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says “God send me no need of thee!” and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. BENVOLIO: Am I like such a fellow? MERCUTIO: Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. BENVOLIO: And what to? MERCUTIO: Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! BENVOLIO: 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. MERCUTIO: The fee-simple! O simple!

O, teach me how I should forget to think! BENVOLIO By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.

He could feel her breath on his chest. She looked into his eyes.

Tut man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

My mother spoke to me this morning, she told me that my father is beginning to think of suitors for me to marry.

I could tell your father stories about the men in the Prince's Court.

What are you saying, Benvolio? You would like to speak to my father about my hand in marriage?

The town of Verona was very much awake. The market was filled with merchants selling items they couldn’t sell during the light of day, to people who wouldn’t be seen in town without the veil of night.

BENVOLIO "Už toho nech a oheň ohněm spal, pláč pláčem vyplač, to prý léčí oči, pak smutek smutkem zažeň, žalem žal, závratí závrať, když se hlava točí, jed jedem otrav a tím zaručeně vyléčíš lásku láskou k jiné ženě." ROMEO "Na to je nejlepší prý jitrocel." BENVOLIO "Na, co prosím tě?" ROMEO "Na polámanou lásku." BENVOLIO "Zbláznil ses, Romeo?" ROMEO "Jsem na tom hůř než blázen. Zavřeli mě do cely, nedávají mi v ní jíst a mučí mě a...