1 If all else fail, myself have power to die.
2 And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus'd.
3 By heaven I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself.
4 Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
5 Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself.
6 By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee.
7 Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself.
8 Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.
9 Noting this penury, to myself I said, And if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
10 But, gentle Nurse, I pray thee leave me to myself tonight; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.