Ромео и Джульетта

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire,
The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?

Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

For this relief, much thanks

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

and the rest is silence