Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.