Let Each Man Do His Best.

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.