The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow

A Plague On Both Your Houses.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

Cleopatra: If It Be Love Indeed, Tell Me How Much. Antony: There's Beggary In The Love That Can Be Reckoned. Cleopatra: I'll Set A Bourne How Far To Be Belov'd. Antony: Then Must Thou Needs Find Out New Heaven, New Earth.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.