she shall scant show well that now shows best.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.