“By my head, here come the Capulets."Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.”

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

“for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)”

“I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.”

“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.”

“But here must end the story of my life,And happy were I in my timely deathCould all my travels warrant me they live.”

“No, no, I am but shadow of myself:You are deceived, my substance is not here;”