I Know A Lady In Venice Would

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.