Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?