for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

“Heat not a furnace for your foe so hotThat it do singe yourself.”

“Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.”

“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.”

“You are such a woman! A man knows not at what ward youlie.CRESSIDAUpon my back,…”