1 Nay, he's a flower, in faith a very flower.
2 I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
3 There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.
4 Good heart, and i'faith I will tell her as much.
5 Th'exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
6 O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
7 Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife.
8 Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick tomorrow For this night's watching.
9 O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
10 But I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.