Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]