Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.