Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.