And, If You Love Me,

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story