Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

That dreamers often lie.

Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

Prince of Cats,

A plague o’ both your houses! They have made worms’ meat of me. I have it, And soundly too. Your houses!

Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again That late thou gavest me; 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.