You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

What, can the devil speak true?

Every great drama has its foreshadow.

Hold, or cut bowstrings.