Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.