ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

Let no such man be trusted.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

By-and-by is easily said.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.