"I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.
The day is hot, the Capels abroad,
And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl,
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring"

"This day's black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end"

"Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit,
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crowned,
Sole monarch of the universal earth"

"Oh god, I have an ill-divining sole!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale"