Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

... by whispering a story in her ear.
... the lady widow of Utruvio, mmm, and her lovely nieces Rosaline...
...nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes...
- But 'tis no wit to go! - Why, may one ask?
... by whispering a story in her ear.
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
... both alike in dignity...
I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Young hearts
What, art thou drawn among these... heartless hinds?
On pain of torture...
Give me my sin again.
Juliet! Ugh!
Where are you now?
This... precious book of love, this unbound lover...
Is full of pain
...shuts up his windows...
Sweet, good night!
Humours! Madman!
Put up your Swords!
To defend the honor of my family, I don't think it would be a sin to kill him!
Black and portentous must this humour prove...
...compare her face with some that I shall show...
But I'll make Romeo regret this prank...
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes.
Amore...
It is not hand...
What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?
...or shall I speak at this?
Go!
Verona's summer hath not such a flower...
...so early walking did I see your son.
...that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Here comes our kinsman. Say better!
So please you, step aside.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
I am a pretty piece of flesh!
Come, let's away!
“It is too rash, too unadvised Too sudden, too like the lightning
Get out of here!