“O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!”

“From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. . . . O, I am fortune’s fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars.”

“I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting”

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”

“A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”

“Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.”

“I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, stick fiery off indeed.”