Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

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.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.