A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

Love Is Heavy And Light, Bright And Dark, Hot And Cold, Sick And Healthy, Asleep And Awake- Its Everything Except What It Is! (act 1, Scene 1)

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.