Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.