Despair and die. The ghosts
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Lend less than you owe.
Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.