You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

“Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain …”

“A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overt…”

“I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine …”

“Farewell, bastard.”