Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

A plague on both your houses.

I would fain die a dry death.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

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