Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

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Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!

Act III, sc. 2.

Yea, noise? then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die.

O! I am Fortune’s fool.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!