Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

All dark and comfortless.

If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.