O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

Are you up to your destiny?

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.