Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Pardon's the word to all.

The best is yet to come.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.