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Romeo and Juliet: Act 2 & 3, Identify Literary Devices
Identify the speaker of the quote!
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| But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? /It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. / | metaphor |
| What's in a name? that which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet | Metaphor |
| I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; / Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be /Ere one can say 'It lightens | Simile |
| O, she knew well /Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. | Metaphor |
| Love's heralds should be thoughts, /Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams . . . | Literary allusion |
| These violent delights have violent ends /And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: | simile |
| Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament: / They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess / I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. | metaphor |
| Alas, poor Romeo, He is already dead: stabbed with a white wench's black eye... | metaphor |
| . . . Young men's love then lies / Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. | synecdoche |
| 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. | synecdoche |
| O sweet Juliet, / Thy beauty hath made me effeminate / And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! | metaphor |
| Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, / Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner / As Phaethon would whip you to the west, / And bring in cloudy night immediately. | Literary Allusion |
| Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; / For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night / Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. | Metaphor |
| Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, | Metaphor |
| O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! / Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? / Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! / Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! / Despised substance of divinest show! | Oxymoron |
| . . . Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask, / Is set afire by thine own ignorance, / And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. What, rouse thee, man! | simile |
| Indeed, I never shall be satisfied / With Romeo, till I behold him--dead-- / Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd. | Verbal Irony |
| I think it best you married with the county. / O, he's a lovely gentleman! /Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, | metaphor |
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