Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.