He Knows What It's Like To Strut

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

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.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.