To Hold, As 't Were,

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!