for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*